"Henry!" I heard Bree yell as I walked downstairs into the living room.
Bree was laying down on the couch with Henry hovering over her, tickling her. She was laughing uncontrolably and was trying to tickle him back. But, she, of course, was unable to. He was laughing as well and then kissed her. I frowned at the sight. Why couldn't Damon and I be like that right now? Oh yeah, cause he was being a complete and utter jerkface at the moment. I sighed. Last night was really tough for me. I just don't understand why he can't see how much going to college means to me. And its not like I would be giving up being the Luna completely. Of course if I was needed I would be here in an instant. Especially if he missed me. I would always come back for him. But he obviously can't see that.
I decided to just walk away because seeing two mates in love would really just be a downer to me right now. Instead, I decided to just walk into the kitchen. And low and behold there was another set of mates in there. Only, instead of them being all cutesy like Bree and Henry, they were having a full, blown out make out session. Oh and it was Harry and Brett. My eyes widened and I immediately turn around and head out to the backyard where I finally found somebody not entralled with a mate. Jake was sitting by the pool on his phone. I take a seat next to him and just close my eyes hoping he doesn't bring up last night. Unfortunately, he does.
"He missed you last night." he casually says.
I sighed. "And?"
"And I thought you should know that. Look Marlee, I know that Damon was a real dick last night, but you should really just try to talk things out with him. I care about both of you and last night he was a complete mess. I had a meeting with him afterwards and he was so unfocused and couldn't sit still. All he would do is rant about the fight you guys had. And when I saw him this morning, he was just sitting at the kitchen table staring at his bowl of cereal. An hour later a went back into the kitchen, and he left, and the cereal was untouched. Oh, and he looked like he had no sleep last night. Marlee, I'm begging you for the well being of this pack, try to talk things out with him." he reasoned.
"Look Jake, I want things to be okay between Damon and myself. I really do. Why wouldn't I? But the fact of the matter is that he wasn't even open to talking about options that we could have. He basically said what I was going to do and that's not how I work and you know it. I'm not going to submit. He's my mate and I respect him and his opinion, but he needs to respect my wishes and opinions as well. We don't have to agree all the time but we should hear each other out. But I'm not about to go and apologies for doing nothing wrong. If he wants to talk, he can come talk to me himself." I stated firmly.
"I understand and I totally agree with you. But, just...if he becomes a little too stubborn, try to push him a bit." he suggested.
"How so?" I asked.
"Well...you could, eh, walk around in shorts and a bikini top as if nothing was wrong. Or, you could flirt with other guys but I know your wolf and Damon's would go a-wall. So, I suggest the first one." he stated.
"But what excuse would I have to say why I was walking around in shorts and a bikini top?" I asked.
"Well ask Bree, Brett, Henry and Harry if they wanna go in the pool." he said.
"And if they say no?"
"Then say you're working on your tan." he stated.
I nodded my head and got up before walking back inside. I first stopped in the kitchen only to see that Brett and Harry had not stopped making out. I cleared my throat and they both pulled away and looked at me. Both of them slightly flushed.
"Sorry to interrupt you love birds, but do you guys wanna go in the pool by any chance?" I asked.
Harry shrugged. "Sounds good to me. Brett?" he asked his mate.
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Wilde
Werewolf[ Highest Rank: #71 in Werewolf ] His face, still, nearly inches away from mine. The deep, blue eyes that would pierce my dreams from now on. And his light brown hair, that seemed to be the perfect mixture of blonde and brunette. But what really hit...