Author's Note
Keep your eyes out for an update later this week...
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Recap-
"Come on!" I flicked his head. "I'm the one with an injury, I should get to choose."
"Fine," Blake handed the remote over to me. Axel, Aaron, and Blake had pouts on their faces as I switched channels.
"If you're going to be all pouty, you can leave," I laid back and got comfortable. I laid my head on Axel's shoulder, and, not caring that my wet hair was probably soaking his shirt, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.
I realized that, surprisingly, I was enjoying this day at the hospital.
It was like the calm before the storm that was bound to occur when we have to figure out what had happened a few days ago.
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"We can't not tell her!" Someone's yelling woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, and stayed still so that whoever was talking would think that I was asleep. I always thought it was stupid when the people in movies would wake up suddenly instead of pretending they were asleep.
"She doesn't need all of this stress," someone, I think it was Blake, whispered.
"She has a right to know," I heard Aaron say angrily.
"Don't you think that-"
"What do I have a right to know?" I interrupted. Whoops, I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Blake, Axel, Aaron, Luke, and Jackson were all huddled in a corner. Their heads turned in unison to look at me. "Why are you all here?" I wrinkled my forehead.
"Support group?" Jackson shrugged his shoulders.
"Seriously?" I rolled my eyes and sat up. "Seriously why are you all here? I'll yell at you if you don't tell me."
"Oooo you'll yell at us?" Aaron mocked me.
"Seriously tell me," I pouted.
"Fine, you-"
"Should know that the dance is canceled." Axel finished Aaron's sentence.
"Oh ok, what else?" I saw through their bullshît.
"What do you mean what else?"
"I'm not an idiot, I know you're hiding something from me."
"But-"
"Tell me."
"You-"
"Tell me."
"I-"
"I swear to god I'll chop off your balls if you don't-"
"Fine!"
"Axel!" Blake interjected. He had a worried expression on his face.
"It's okay, she has a right to know."
I laid back silently, looking at all of them with a confused expression on my face.
"We're werewolves."
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A second passed.
"Yeah and I'm a vampire," I rolled my eyes. "Now seriously, tell me."
"We're werewolves."
"Stop shîtting me," I threw one of my pillows at him. "Tell meeeee." I kicked my feet up and down like a little kid. I was probably being really annoying right now, but I didn't really care.
"I just told you."
"Werewolves don't exist, I'm not a dumbäss. If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Don't try to make up some lies."
"Not lying baby."
"Fine," I waved my hands in front of them. "Then show me!" I've read many books about werewolves and their mates and what not. "Shift or whatever!"
The floors shook as Blake's clothes ripped off of him. His arms were clenched and fur was growing all over his body. I blinked, and there was a humongous wolf in front of me instead of Blake.
So I did what anyone would do in this situation-- I fainted.
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When I came too, someone was waving a small bottle of smelling salts under my nose. I cringed and backed away from the potent smell.
"Welcome back," a perky nurse capped the bottle. "You were out for a bit."
"Yea." I blinked my eyes and tried to remember what happened before I had fainted. I remember someone telling me that the dance was cancelled and- "Oh my god!" I sat up and put my hand against my forehead.
"What happened?" the nurse immediately came to my bedside.
"Nothing, nothing." I didn't feel comfortable telling someone what I thought I had seen. They would probably send me to a mental hospital or something. "I thought I saw a spider."
"Oh, that always happens to me, one time there was a hairball on the ground from my cat and I-"
I zoned out while she trailed on and on. I was trying to remember if what I had seen was just a dream or if it had really happened.
"It's just a dream," I murmured to myself. "Werewolves don't exist."
"Huh?" the nurse interjected. "I thought we were talking about spiders?"
"Yea, I'm just thinking of a book that I read."
"Oh okay," she grabbed my patient chart and tapped my shoulder. "We told all your visitors to leave so that you could rest." She leaned in. "How did you find guys like that? They're all so dreamy."
"Yea, I'm sooo lucky," I said sarcastically. Because every girl wants five stalkers.
"Page me when they come back," she winked and skipped out of my room. I grabbed my phone and checked my notifications. My parents had texted and called me like a million times, and everyone was sharing this video on Instagram. Giving into the temptation, I clicked on the video. Some guy on the football team had posted it, and it already had over 10,000 views.
I had no idea how he could get that many views on a video. But then again, a lot of the girls on the cheer team had crazy amounts of followers-- like 10,000 to 20,000. I barely had 2,000.
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Flashback
"How in the hell do you have 20,000 followers?!" I asked Aaron. We were laying on towels at the beach. It was the summer before we finally became seniors.
"It's these abs," he ran his hand down his 8-pack. "And this face." He grinned at me and although he was wearing sunglasses, I knew that he was winking.
"Loser," I rolled my eyes and threw my hat at him.
"Hey, at least I don't buy my followers!" he threw my hat back at me. "That girl on the cheer team with the big tit-- timberlands, was talking about how she bought followers."
"You're still a loser," I made an L with my thumb and pointer finger and held it up at him.
"Shut up," he grabbed my hand and held me down as he tried to rub sand all over my face.
"Aaron!" I spat sand out of my mouth and tried to wrestle him off.
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I turned my volume on as I played the video. I just saw a classroom at first before the camera panned over to the side where there was a wolf. People were screaming and others were telling them to shut up and stay still. 15 seconds passed before the wolf moved. It didn't seem aggressive at all, it just looked back at the group of students backed against the wall with what looked like a grin on its face before it jumped out of a broken window.
"Werewolves aren't real. Werewolves aren't real." I tried to reassure myself that this world didn't have supernatural creatures and the like, but I couldn't shake off the weird feeling I had whenever I thought about werewolves. "I need to clear my head," I murmured to myself. I decided to take a shower because a nice, hot shower could always calm me.
As I got out of bed, I sighed and ran my hands through my messy hair. I probably looked like a train wreck right now. I noticed something black on the ground, and, thinking it was one of my big hair clips, I bent over to grab it, only to be surprised when I touched something fluffy. It was fur!
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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