Recap-
I looked around the ground and found torn shreds of clothing-- clothing that looked suspiciously like the clothing that Blake was wearing this morning. As I held the fur and shreds of clothing in my hands, I realized that what had happened was not just a dream.
"Holy cheese balls!"
Werewolves exist!
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"So..." I started. There were five faces staring at me intently
"So..." Luke tilted his head.
"You... all of you... can shape shift?" I spat out.
"Yeah," Blake answered. "Werewolves." All of them cringed under my death stare. I hated when people lied to me or tried to keep a secret from me. And while I did understand their reasons for hiding this fact from me, I was still angry.
"So you!" I pointed to Aaron. "Lied to me for so many years!"
"Yeah..." he clasped his hands together. "Please don't be angry."
"You wouldn't even tell your best friend?!" I grabbed a pillow and hopped off the bed. He started to back away when he saw that I was approaching him menacingly.
"Sorry, please don't hit me," he got on his knees and put his hands in a praying gesture. I didn't really care.
"You!" I smacked him in the head with the pillow. His head flew back. "Big!" I hit him again. "Fat!" He would have bruises tomorrow. "Liar!" I bonked him with the pillow one more time before I moved on to my next victim. Luke. "And you! Don't think I forgot you!"
"Ow, I think you gave me a concussion," Aaron complained as he tried to rub his head pain away.
"I dated you for like five months, and you didn't think to tell me this?!" I yelled. "Is that why I caught you munching a guy like an animal?!"
"Dear I-" Before he could get another word out I smacked him so hard his head turned 180 degrees.
"Liar!" Smack. "Liar!" Smack. "Liar! Liar! Liar!" Smack.
"Sorry dear," he grabbed the pillow from me. I glared at him before moving on. I could see Jackson inching towards the door from the side of my eye.
"You three!" I pointed at them. "You're all off the hook because you're new."
"Thank you lord," Jackson made a cross with his hands and I rolled my eyes.
"The nurse said that I can leave today," I looked down at the hospital gown I'm in. "Do you know where my clothes are?"
"If you hadn't tried to kill me with your pillow a few seconds ago, I would've told you that I brought you clothes to change into."
"Thank youuuuuu, I'll remember that the next time you make me angry," I grinned and winked.
"Here ya go," he grabbed a paper bag from the floor and handed it to me.
"I'm going to go change, I'll be right back." I could feel five pairs of eyes following me as I went to the bathroom to change.
"You're not changing here?" Axel teased.
"No perv," I locked the bathroom door just in case. I hummed as I put my hand in the bag and pulled out a shirt, a pair of pants, a bra, and a pair of underwear. I know it's weird for a boy to bring you underwear, but Aaron and I have been together since we were kids-- it's no big deal. After I pulled my undies up and clasped my bra, I grabbed the shirt and turned it around to look at it. "What... the... fück?" I glared at the print on the shirt.
It would've been a simple white cotton T-shirt if not for the picture and the words on it. On the front was a picture of me sleeping. And in the picture, there was drool coming out of my mouth and my hair looked like a rats nest. On the back, there were the words "MY MASTER IS AARON, HE CONTROLS ME."
"Aaron!" I screamed.
"What?!" he shouted back.
"What is up with this shirt?"
"I made it special for you!"
"Give me another shirt!"
"I don't got another shirt!"
"I'd rather go shirtless than wear this crap!"
"Then go shirtless!"
He didn't think I would do that.
So I did exactly that.
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I unlocked the door, and, before I could second guess my decision, I strolled out with only my bra covering my chest and threw the shirt at Aaron. Although the bra I was wearing wasn't one of those lacy, come hither ones, it still helped my girls look good.
"Emma, what are you doing?" I ignored what Blake had just said and put all my stuff back in my backpack. I could feel my girls start to spill out of the cups and grinned. Boobie power. Boobie empowerment?
"Can you pass me my phone?" I turned my head to look at Jackson, but his eyes were glued to my chest. "Anyone?" I gestured towards my phone, which was on top of the small table in the corner.
"Angel." I looked up to see Blake's face.
"Yeah?"
"Put a shirt on."
"I'm not wearing the shirt that Aaron brought me," I paused. "Did you see it?"
"Then," he paused for a second. I turned away and zipped up my bag. "Here you go."
"Whaaaaa?" He quickly pulled off his shirt and handed it over. "I-"
"Just take it." I stared at him as I took the shirt from him and yanked it over my chest. It was huge. It literally went to my knees-- and I wasn't short. But, I was happy to be drowning in this white shirt. It smelled like heaven.
When I looked up, I swear I saw heaven. Heaven being Blake's washboard abs and his sharp V that led to his happy trail. His body was perfect. Every single one of his abs-- there were eight of them, were perfectly shaped and even. I wanted to run my hands over them. He was also wearing those sexy sweatpants that most guys couldn't pull off. I'd bet everything I had that he had a great äss. I could sharpen my pencils on his hipbones; I could-
"You done staring?" Blake smirked when he interrupted my daydream. "You got a little drool..." He used his thumb to gently rub the side of my mouth. I would've bit his finger if I hadn't gotten my senses together.
"I'm good! Good!" I backed away from him and coughed. "Can you put on a shirt?"
"Why? No one's complaining."
"I'm complaining!" Aaron chimed from the back. "This is sexual harassment-- you're forcing us to look at your body!"
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It took us about an hour for me to finally get discharged from the hospital. I convinced Jackson and Luke to leave, but Blake, Axel, and Aaron insisted that they should stay. My parents came and they somehow got the hospital to give me a wheelchair to use. My mom had forced my dad to buy every type of chocolate that the hospital gift shop sold. She even bought the gross ones with raspberry in the middle. I hated those.
"Son, I must ask," my dad spoke to Blake. "Why are you shirtless?"
"I gave Emma my shirt." I didn't have a problem with his shirtlessness. And no other woman in this hospital had a problem with it either. Women, young and old, all gaped when Blake walked by. If they could pull their eyes from Blake's abs, they almost fainted when they saw Aaron and Axel besides me. My dad was secretly trying to go on his tippy toes so that he wouldn't seem as short. My mom was loving it.
We all piled into the car, and I had to squeeze in because there were six of us. My mom and dad sat in the front, and I was forced to sit between Axel and Aaron. I could feel myself being crushed. Did all werewolves have to have broad shoulders and thighs the size of cannon balls?
I laid my head on Aaron's shoulder, and shifted my legs so that they were laying on top of Axel's knees. And, even though I had already slept so much at the hospital, I felt my eyes start to close.
A minute later I was asleep, and dreaming about what would happen tomorrow.
Do I have to go to school?
Will my mom cook pancakes for breakfast?
And most importantly-- do werewolves use shampoo and conditioner for their fur?
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