Everrett stood with his back pressed tightly against Ford's door as it rattle with anger. Ford was throwing a tantrum at such a mythic level, he couldn't stay at home because he would scare Penny. This had been going on for days.He had been in a bad mood all weekend and everyone but him could tell why. All he knew was that he would be taking it out on everything and everyone.
The sound of thrashing and things toppling over exploded from Ford's room. His angry growls and howls shook the house then turned into soft whimpers of pain and distress. He just kept repeating "Why? Why? Why?" as he circled his room. Everrett only grimaced at the thought of Ford's Mom's react, she loves this house. They were hiding in a small cabin somewhere deep in the woods, far away from anyone else in a protected part of the forest.
Miles paced in circles at the end of the hall getting ready to switch places with Everrett.They we're making sure Ford wouldn't do anything too reckless, he wouldn't hurt anyone but they weren't one hundred percent sure if that. A howl followed by an aggressive shake of the door caused them both to flinch.Ford had always been the brooding moody type when things hadn't gone his way but now he was escalating to a full blown breakdown. The noise had finally came to an erupt stop. His loud breathes growing weaker and weaker.
"Can we come in?" Everrett mindlinked Ford. There was a brief period of silence. There was silence for the first time in days. They all sat with tense jaws and knuckles waiting for the next boom or crash or the first attempt to pry open Ford's vulnerable mind. Shame bubbled up in his chest, this is the first time he had ever lashed out so horribly, he was ashamed. Ashamed because he was the next Alpha to rise, how could he behave like this? So irrational and childish. He had even scared his little sister, who's life was scary enough. His shame simmering inside and stewing in his anger,resentment and confusion.
"Ok we won't come in but we'll sit outside the door," He said sliding down the wall. Miles moved to sit next to Everrett, if their Alpha was going through something today, so were they. They were best friends even brothers. Ford let out one more deep breath.
"Fine," he said faintly from his side.
They talked and talked for what felt like hours. Ford never seemed to stop moving his feet, pacing back and forth. While they were silent Miles began flipping through stories on Snapchat where he saw videos of what seemed to be a party. Every few stories he'd see the same house, same couch, same bright purple solo cups.
"I wonder who's party that is... and why I wasn't invited," Miles mumbled slightly pouting.
"That's it! We should go get wasted, it the weekend anyways."Everrett smirked "Ford maybe you should come, blow some steam."
"I don't need to blow off anything, I'm perfectly fine-"
"Found it!"
"It's rude to go to a party you weren't invited to anyways," Ford mumbled.
"Dude parties like this don't have invitations. People just kinda show up and get drunk," Everrett shrugged
"Well I still think it's rude, at least bring a gift."
"Some people do but it's usually just more shitty alcohol."
"Wait, I found out whose party it was-," Miles suddenly cut himself off. He tilted his phone towards the blonde sitting next to him. Without thinking he read off the screen:
"Enyo's 18th, 7pm, 1574 Marble Parkway, No Costume No Entree."
"What?" Ford's voice sounded hollow yet stunned. His slowly began spiral into panic. But she was supposed to have it at his lake house, what if she hated him? What if they'd never be friends again? For some reason that just seemed unbearable. Miles punched Everrett square in the arm.
"Dude you know he has... like a.." Miles whispered twisting his wrist in sort of an 'ehh' motion. After Ford had spilled the beans on the whole blow out between him and Enyo, it finally clicked. He had more than just a small crush on her.
The day he had driven himself home, he was stranger than normal. He was denser than a block of wood when it came to women, he hadn't even realised that the girl who had been practically begging to marry him since they could barely read was actually interested in him because he had never felt that way before. About anyone. Ford believed so strongly he would find his mate that he just didn't consider romance an option. Of course people were worried, maybe he was just a late bloomer? Maybe he didn't like women? Maybe he was just asexual or aromantic? Which would have been perfectly valid, his parent wouldn't care nor would the pack but the job of an Alpha was to run the pack(one box checked) and produce an heir. As of this year he was turning 17 and they were...nervous.
But when Ford started to fume pheromones and pant like a dog at even the mention of Enyo, they knew something was up. After school when they had gone straight to his house, per routine, and house smelt of pheromones, sweat and semen. He became so uptight around her, it was strange to see a 17 year, who was raised with such wealth and pride, practically skip to a girl who had 5 inches on him. Just around the time they met he began to change. Everrett caught on first, then Miles. Ford had a crush on a human girl.
Everrett and Miles began to push back and forth on each other blaming each other for bringing it up, Ford fell deeper into panic then suddenly his door swung open. They stared in awe at him as he did not look like the same Ford that stepped in there. His face was no longer round and childlike but more chiseled. Not to mention, and by the grace of god, he seemed to have hit a growth spurt. He sprung up to a rough five nine. In a desperate panting voice Ford finally said;
"We are going to that party."
After what seemed like an hour of hyping Ford up and then calling his nerves then hyping him back up again, he finally left his disheveled room. They borrowed a bit from his brother's closet but nothing he would miss.
They finally hopped into the car. Miles had to drive since Everrett started to pre-game the second Ford said the word "party". Ford himself was laying on his on his back as his stomach began to ache from nerves and alcohol. Everrett had him try test drinks so he would be prepared but Ford didn't get drunk, he just got a stomachache. His nerves overpowering the effects of alcohol making him feel woozy in the worst way possible.
The car ride only lasted maybe thirty minutes but on the worst path possible, after driving maybe twenty minutes on the main road, then they took a sharp turn into the forest. The car jostled back and forth over large branches and rocks, Ford groaned as his stomach had gotten more enraged by the shaking of the car.
They had finally pulled up to the large cabin where many cars were parked outside. Romantic teens flirted with each other with beers and winecoolers in hands, at the sight of Everrett's black audi they flinched. The only thing the knew about those black audis' were they meant business, whoever was in them.
Everrett turned around to Ford and in a groggy voice said;
"Give this to her as soon as you see her," Everrett said shoving a tall gift bag into Ford's lap. He could only nod, it felt like ball of his nerves bunched together in his throat,only letting out a shaky voice ineligible so he couldn't protest even if he tried.
"Cmon man, you gotta stop being so nervous" Miles laugh putting his jacket back on.
"Yeah, this is just some party you aren't even gonna remember the tomorrow, so stop stressing," Everrett smiled at him a plainly drunken smile.
"If anyone of us should be embarrassed, it should be him. Look at him he's wearing fuckin suspenders," Miles smiled opening his door and hopped out the car.
They all decided to do costume they could find in their closets. Miles went as a pirate, where a white button up shirt that was buttoned up till the last three showing off his chiseled chest, but only a little. He paired it with black jeans and boots and eye patch he had gotten when he had pink eye last January.
Everrett took a more creative approach to his costume and chose to go as a Mormon. He wore his Sunday best, with a starched white button down neatly folded into a pair of black slacks. He boarded them with a brown leather belt and brown loafers to match. He topped it all off with his hair all slicked back and a crisp neatly folded tie. He looked damn good too. But Ford is what really stole the show. Though he had only dressed up like a typical high school jock it looked so different on him. He had always had a muscular build but it's was always lean giving him more of a soccer players body but his body now seemed almost swollen as to where it was before. It looked like this the new Ford had completely swallowed the old Ford with his new height and build. During his breakdown he had completely chopped his hair giving him a short spiky but fluffy look which completely showed off his new face and shape eyes and jawline. His blue eyes were no longer hidden behind a slightly too long awkward fringe. He wore a plain pair of slightly large blue jeans a plain white shirt and bright blue varsity jacket and carried a football in his unoccupied hand. His pheromones wafting into the air as he stepped out of the car, having a stronger, bolder, more woodsy smell now.
The drunk teens flocked towards the boys almost circling the car. Loud cheers could be heard from inside the house. They congratulated him and even flirted, just a little, with him in their drunken states make a bright stretch from one ear to the other. They plowed through the crowd but he couldn't walk through it. Ford peered through the wide open door and could see her sitting on a counter top with a bright purple cup in her hand, her smile was big and friendly and it made his toes curl. He thought about her pretty lips and how they moved when she talked or smiled. He turned from the door hugging the bag and football close to his chest.
"I can't. No, take me home," Ford said losing all the confidence he never really had. Everrett groans and placed his hands on his both of Ford's shoulders.
"Don't be scared," He said smiling but what he actually said was 'Don't be a pussy' pushing him slightly back causing him to stumble back slightly. He gently fell back into something.
"Yeah Ford don't be scared," Enyo's voice boomed. You could hear the sourness in her voice and it made him shutter. He quickly fixed himself in front of her just standing there. She waited for him to say something to her with an unamused face but he just stared at her.
Her mind raced with a million thoughts but so did his.
Why is he here? Who told him where it was? God he's so cute. What's in the bag? Is it for me? Should I kick him out? He's so cute though, wait why does he seem taller? Am I just that drunk?
His thoughts were more along the lines of 'She's so pretty' and 'She smells so good" as he her just marveled at her with die eyes. She was dressed pretty similar to him, actually almost identical, except for she wore these tight low rise jeans that hugged her everything with a white baby tee that said "happy 9th birthday girl" . More importantly she wore a red jacket opposite of a blue one. Her hair which was normally long and curly, was now even longer and straight, pieces of hair framing her face. He loved the image of that playing in his head.
"You stole my outfit idea for my own party," she scoffed pressed up against the large doorframe.
"I didn't mean to- I was just at- I was trying to-"
"I know, relax," She sighed relaxing her shoulder. She eyed him, he looked different? She had been drinking since eleven that morning so who really knew? She finally noticed the bag he was hugging towards himself. It was a rather large pink holographic bag, one that you probably pick up from the dollar store.
"What's in the bag?," she laughed expecting not even knowing what to expect. He stretched his arms out with the gift in hand, truth is he is he didn't know what was even in the bag, he was to nervous to check.
"Happy Birthday," he finally whispered out "and I'm sorry for-"
"Ah! Save that for later, I'm in a good mood," she said smiling taking the bag from him. She walked back into the house and he trailed after her but it like she disappeared into the swarm of people that filled the house.
People stood bumper to bumper, arm to arms tightly pack in the house like sardines. After a while of surprised welcomes and many hugs he wiggled his way into the kitchen. There was a girl sitting on the counter with a tall boy pressed up against up in between her legs. They were making out, passionately, right next to where the stack of purple cups he needed. He stood there, paralyzed. He watched as she wrapped her arms around his back pulling them even closer together, as if they weren't close enough already. He grunted sliding his hand up her tanned thigh pushing her white silk dress up up and up then gently sliding back down.
As he watched he couldn't help but want that. To be skin to skin, negative space between, so close he could smell that sweet scent of coffee and molasses she was always drenched in. Enyo, he wanted that with her.
He shivered then turned back around.
After many hours the crowd had finally dissipated, those who were too drunk to drive stayed back. The speakers blared slow, soft music as those who remained sat in one big circle in the living room. Around twelve drunk teens sat in a circle and other's scattered around the living room and kitchen.
There was Enyo, Aditi and Jason, the twins had already gone home long ago. Everrett, Miles and Ford who were now mellow drunks. Ford no longer was wearing his jacket or shoes because he had decided he didn't need them mid way through the party. The redhead from the kitchen, Libby sat cuddled closely in Raphael's, her suitor's lap. There was a tall boy with pale skin that sat right across from Enyo. He had large puppy dog eyes that pointed down and they were a deep chocolate brown. He had blonde hair that was ear length and slight grown out in the back. Enyo had met him once or twice but he was a local and was very friendly so she invited him. There were two other girls but they kinda seemed small and they shrunk next to his size and well his beauty. He was a really pretty guy, somehow everyone's eyes just always seemed to land on him.
They drunkenly shared secrets and random things they loved until a mischievous thought popped into Aditi mind. She snickered at the thought of stirring the pot.
"Hey guys," she said dragging the s out. Their ears all perked up.
"Let's play a game. Truth or dare."
"Yeah let's do this," Enyo roared! Enyo also loved stirring the pot.
Everyone in the circle cheered and even more people joined but Ford shit a worried look to his Delta.
"Stop being so worried Ford. Who knows? You might get some action from your girlfriend," Everrett smirked elbowing Ford in the arm. Ford blushed from ear to ear but leaned back and tried to play it cool.
After twenty minutes of playing Ford's head was soaking wet from standing in the shower (a dare), the brown haired boy, Lincoln was not wearing a shirt or pants (two dares), Miles and Raphael had switched outfits and Aditi was forced to speak spanish even though she didn't know the language. It was Libby's turn to give Enyo a truth or dare and like every turn before she chose truth.
"Hmmm... Ennie who is the last person you," She looked up and tapped her chin "slept with?"
All eyes darted to her, Enyo was notorious in their school district for being attractive. She was tall, athletic and had a crowd pleasing smile but her personality was what really stood out. She was energetic and friendly yet seemed so reserved and mysterious. She was blissfully aware of this until a picture of her went viral on her track teams social media pages.
She looked down sticking her tongue in her cheek.
"Honestly I don't know. Okay my turn!" She blurred out.
"Uh uh. Nope that's not a real answer," Libby giggled.
"What? Of course it is! I genuinely do not remember," Enyo said folding her arms and pointing her nose up in a 'gotcha' kind of way.
"Yeah, I'm not buying it."
"Ugh fine! Dare it is," Enyo groaned. The circle geared as this was Enyo's first dare all night. Libby grabbed a bottle from behind her and smirked.
"You have to play seven minutes in heaven with," she set down the bottle and spun it gently.
Everyone eyes followed it spinning going round and round till it stopped spill and rolled straight to Ford.
The room got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. No one moved a muscle till Enyo began to bust at the seams with laughter. It was just perfect that this had to happen now. Hunched over in her chuckle she grabbed the bottle from Ford's foot.
"Just my shitty luck. Let's spin aga-"
His hand grabbed her and he short his head up to look into her eyes. He was tipsy and nervous but he just couldn't pass this up. She gazed down into his soft, blue, needy eyes. He drunkenly needed this. He needed her.
"Where do you wanna do it? Your choice," Enyo said leaning back on her arms.
He had chosen the bathroom down the hall, where they were already three minutes into these "Seven Minutes of Heaven" but they were standing on opposite sides of the bathroom. He sat on the toilet while she had her back pressed against the door staring straight above him.
He fidgeted this anything he could get his sweaty little paws on, while she simply watched the time. His neck and face were red and he was sweating. All his confidence had vanished when he remembered he had never kissed anyone. Ford wanted to kiss her so bad, to feel her lips on his. His face was hot from the alcohol and nerves, he silently prayed that she would kiss him first. But he thought about how foolish he truly was, because now she just look even more disinterested in being around him. She had left her jacket out there so he finally noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Will you quit staring at me?" she said she said in a monotone voice. She was still staring above his head.
"I-I... uh... mmm.. I'm sorry," he said in a scratchy voice, he had been so nervous he was forgetting to breathe but his eyes couldn't look away from her.
"If you're sorry then look away"
He shot his head down in embarrassment, he looked like a puppy who just got called a bad boy, and just a wave of guilt washed over her a shout came from the door.
"I'm not hearing kissing!!" Aditi shouted pounding on the door.
"How's this?" Enyo laughed then let out several loud exaggerated moans. They laughed from the other side of the door.
Even though the moans were obviously fake, it couldn't help but reach a part of his brain that made him tick. He couldn't take this hot beating pressure anymore he left out a small whine. It instantly caught her ear, her face kind of confused.
"Was that you?" She asked her voice cracking. She stared down at him. His face was red and on the verge of tear like he had eaten something too hot. His hands cupped his crotch and as she noticed he flinched again.
"I'm sorry," he squeezed out again. All the blood he had either surged to his cock or his face. Under her gaze he felt himself growing weaker, her mean eyes watched him squirm and back but deep down inside it just turned him even more.
"Are you hard?," She asked leaned forward, her body inching closer and closer to him. He was sweating, he could feel the heat from her body and something in his stomach tensed up, mixing all around almost making him nauseous. She slide her knee in between his splayed legs making nervous. Getting so close it grazed his finger tips that covered his erection. Her face was now inches away from his still giving her room to glare down at him. She smelt so good and some of her hair was touching his face tickling him. It felt like a wet dream and he really never wanted to wake up.
"I said Ford are you hard?"
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guess who's back !! so basically i started writing this when i was a virgin so i had to get laid first to give y'all good smut scenes