I slept better last night than I had the past month. Brooke and I laid side by side and never once woke up. It was the best sleep I've ever had.
I woke up all too soon. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw Brooke waking up as well. I rolled over so I was on my back, as did Brooke, and we stared at the ceiling.
"Today's the day," I said quietly.
"You sure?" Brooke asked. "I think we still got a couple days."
I smiled slightly. "I wish, but no. Today's the day I'm forced to mate with the Asshat."
I frowned and looked over at her, but was surprised when she pushed me off the bed. I fell, and she jumped up, grabbing my legs and dragging me to her walk-in closet.
"What are you doing, Bree?" I asked, struggling slightly, but curious as to what she was doing.
"Kidnapping you," she said as she dragged me into her closet and locking the door.
"So you don't have to mate. Duh."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Dude I don't think kidnapping me and locking me in your closet is going to work."
"Yes it will, shut up. What do you know, you're locked in a closet!"
I laughed. "Fine, I'll just look through your old yearbooks."
I laughed and grabbed the nearest yearbook that just so happened to be our first grade yearbook. I laughed as I saw our horrible first grade handwriting.
"God, our handwriting sucked," I said, laughing at the comments I wrote which basically took up her entire year book.
"Speak for yourself," she said. "Mine is like calligraphy."
"Yeah, but you looked like a freaking banshee. What was up with your haircut?" I asked, laughing at the boy-like haircut Brooke had in first grade.
"Shut up, you should see yours."
"Bitch, mine was fabulous. Always has been."
"Not according to this picture. You have pigtail braids."
"Those are awesome! I was a cute kid!"
"Not any more."
"Shut up, I'm adorable."
"Oh, you should see your second grade picture. Nice mullet."
"I hate you."
I laughed. "Oh man, you should see Liam. He looks like a freaking puppy."
"He always looks like a puppy, what's you're point?"
I laughed. "He looks extra puppish in his third grade picture."
"Dude, look at this picture." She slid a picture underneath the door.
I picked it up and looked at it. It was of us and Liam when we went to Disney world for the first time when we were seven. She slid another one with us in our wolf forms messing around. We were puppies, and it was really cute.
I smiled sadly when I saw them. We were so young and happy, it made me sad. I longed for the days when we were able to be young and careless and not have a fear in the world.
"I miss this," I said suddenly.
"Miss what?" Brooke asked.
"Being young. Miss how everything was before it all got complicated. Miss the past."
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What Happens When You Reject Hayley EvansWerewolf
What would you do if your mate rejected you? You would probably cry over your broken heart and never move on. 17 year old Hayley Evans does the exact opposite. She's happy. More than happy, actually, she's ecstatic. Hayley never wanted a mate-at le...