Rejected

Chapter Eleven

A week has passed by since I have been staying at this pack.

Samantha has gone back home, and she is still angry at me for gluing her and Alex's lips together for two hours.

Since they liked kissing so much, I decided to make it last longer for them.

So they should be thanking me instead.

Jay has been going to the pack's school and has even made a few friends, but as for Lucille, she has just been staying in her room.

For the short time I have been here, I've nearly gotten into two fights.

Make it three.

I was just sitting by the pool minding my own business, when a bucket of water was poured over my head.

"Which motherfucker wants to die today," I yelled, getting up angrily.

Lana and Brittany were laughing while Lana had a big bucket in her hand.

Brittany and I used to be friends before, but that changed when she became friends with Lana.

Taking deep breaths, I calmed down before I accidentally murdered someone today.

"Murdering someone was not on today's schedule, but that can easily be arranged," I said calmly.

I didn't want them to see who I had now become.

It is to soon.

"You are by the pool, so why not get wet," Brittany said in an annoying way.

"Bitch, why don't you shut the fuck up with that annoying ass voice," I snapped.

Over the few years that has passed, I was hoping she would change, but I guess not.

She has only gotten worse with that fake, annoying voice and horrible personality.

Calmly walking away from them, I prevented myself from going back over there and smacking out of this world.

It seems like all of Samantha's anger management is paying off.

Going back up to my room to dry off and get out of my wet clothes, I decided food is the best solution.

Bouncing off to the kitchen, I went straight to the freezer to retrieve the tub of cookies and cream ice cream.

I've had my eyes on it for a good while and now, it is finally going to be in my stomach.

Getting a spoon, I run back up to my room before anyone could see me.

Getting comfortable on my bed and finding the right spot before I enjoyed this goodness, I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Before I could even say come in, Lucille walked in with a smirk on her face.

This couldn't be good.

"You have a visitor."