What's That Supposed To Mean? - Werewolf Romance

What's That Supposed To Mean? - 5

I'M BACK!

Sorry, I've been kind of busy and all that, haven't been home this week. A couple of relatives came to visit and blablabla and soooo on. Whatever, here's chapter 5! :D

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Chapter 5

“Where is your daughter, Mr. Riley?” he said, trying to sound polite. He was much calmer than I thought, but then again, he had a lot of respect for my dad, no doubt.

“In her room. Want to come in?” my dad asked. I gaped at him, knowing for sure now that he was doing this on purpose. It was quiet for a moment and then more huffs.

“No thanks. I’ll just talk to her another time,” Noah said calmly. “Goodnight.”

“Bye, Noah. Have a nice evening!” my dad said and shut the door. He was about to talk but I put my finger over my lips, waiting a while. When half a minute passed, I removed my finger and nodded.

“Dad!” I said, chuckling. “I can’t believe you!”

He laughed, shaking his head. “That boy will not play nice if you did something bad, Sam. You know that right?”

“Oh I know. And I won’t play nice either. I have my plans, daddy, don’t worry…”

“Oh, they’re plans, alright. Crazy plans,” Arianna said, making me laugh when I thought about the earlier situation with Nicole and Noah. “I’m afraid to go home now!”

I laughed again. This was just too funny. But now I had to make sure Noah didn’t see me. I just had to look out for him before going somewhere and doing something. That way, he’ll never have the chance to tell me off. My dad, amused, shook his head and offered to walk her to her house. After all, her house was just ten steps, not even, away.

Noah Black

Five days had passed and still no sign of Samantha.  It’s like she never left the house but sometimes she did because when I had gone to see if she was home, her father said she wasn’t and he was not lying because he always told me when she was home. She just didn’t come down.

I wasn’t mad about the whole Nicole thing anymore. I just wanted to make sure she knew that she shouldn’t do it again and if she did, she’d pay. Because I’m a guy and I need some stuff, which in this town is easy to get if you’re me, but still, unacceptable. Nicole was mine and not hers to play with. And what Sandy and diners?! She hasn’t even been here a week and already on the second day she had managed to send home a girl. What exactly did she learn in New York?

I was home, in the living room, half sitting half lying on the couch while thinking. I didn’t notice Mason come in until a pillow hit my face. I growled, throwing it back at him.

“What do you want?” I said, a bit too aggressive. I had drifted away a little bit, from everyone and I knew I shouldn’t but it just happened. I did what I had to do and they what they had to do. I wasn’t the Alpha yet; so as long as I wasn’t, I was using my freedom.

“Man, chill,” Mason said, sitting down on the armchair. He just sat there in silence, staring at me.

“What do you want?” I repeated.

“I live here, too, you know. Now shut up and get back to crying over your life.”

“I wasn’t crying you stupid idiot, I was thinking.”