Something’s wrong when Cynthia walks in the cinema doors.I joke all the time about her being a deer in headlights. This time, she actually looks the part, visibly shaking and unsteady on her feet as she stumbles in.“Cynthia?”She looks up at me, hazel eyes swimming.As I approach her, I catch a whiff of an unusual smell.Cynthia usually smells like old cotton, lavender soap, and a faint hint of lilac. There’s also my smell on her. I’ve hugged and held her enough that it’s stuck, however faintly.But there’s something new there. Something like…fog, maybe.It’s faint, but the fact it’s there and it’s unusual…I take a hold of her arm.“C’mon, twig legs, you need to sit.”She doesn’t tell me to shut up or punch me playfully. In fact, I don’t think my comment even registers to her. My teeth clench in worry, getting us a seat on a nearby bench.Len and Cynthia’s friend, Hailey, come over.“Cynthia? What happened? You alright?” Hailey asks in quick succession. I watch as she takes a hold
“…I don’t like that he belittled me jussst now,” Cynthia says softly. “He doesssn’t do that. So, I’m not sure why he would today.”Her assertion that I wouldn’t belittle her makes me happy and stabs me in the chest. She sees me kindly, if not a bit annoying. But I’ve never talked down about her like that before.“What he did wasn’t right. I’m sure you’re a great actor.”“…Thank you.”“I think, perhaps, he’s just gotten jealous and lashed out. He used to always do that when we were younger, too, lil brat.”It frustrates me that I can hear the smile in Mikey’s voice. Crossing my arms, I grumble under my breath.“Jealous? Why?”“Well, maybe it has something to do with me. He’s a chatterbox, so I know he’s starting to feel some kind of way when he goes quiet. Still, he could do better.”“Hmmh…don’t know what he’s jealousss about.”“Maybe because I’m having such a good conversation with you?” Mikey presents, definitely teasing me.I feel tempted to kick the wall slightly as a way of tellin
Shifting always comes with a level of discomfort. It’s unavoidable, considering the changes to your body. I’m good at mine, so the sound of my bones cracking and muscles shifting is minimal compared to the stalker.I was prepared to fight without transforming. But since the stink decided to pull out his wolf first, well. You don’t fight a wolf in human form unless you’re okay with having 42 very sharp knives coming for your very unprotected neck.Instead of a half-shift, he becomes a scrawny 4-foot-5 wolf with graying, crinkled fur. I have a size advantage at 4-foot-8. I can’t take that for granted, though.The stalker charges at me with a snarl, and I growl right back, keeping my ground.I dodge to the right, his teeth clacking as he misses. A swift turn, and I’m jumping at his back. It’s surprisingly easy to sink my teeth into his shoulder.But his skin’s tough. Hard to break through. I shake my head to try to force my teeth in.He yowls and twists, finally dislodging me before jump
While I accepted Alex’s invitation happily at the time, once I get home, my eyes truly open.There’s no way any of my current clothes will be good enough for me to wear to this dance. It’s supposed to be black-tie optional, not semi-casual, and just about all my clothes are semi-trash. The outfit I managed to put together for the movie was basically fool’s luck, but that’s entirely too casual for this dinner party.I realize, with startling clarity, that there’s no way I can go when I’ll be so severely underdressed.I start to panic a bit, emptying out my closet. Maybe there’s some magical dress or something I haven’t worn in a long time? Maybe it’s tucked away, like, from a funeral or something…No, actually. Since Mom and I got ousted from the family, we’ve had no funerals to go to. So I can’t even put on a black ensemble and act like it’s black-tie optional and not meant for the dead.I’m truly shit out of luck.“Hhhhaaaaagh…”Okay. Okay.Calm down, me. Maybe I can fit my mom’s clo
So, I go to look for a dress. Quite a number of them are very pretty.When I hold them up in front of me, it still feels weird to look at myself and imagine me in them. But…I do want to try them on.However, the price tag is simply too much. Even the seemingly simple ones are $138 to rent, which leaves me overbudget and unable to get literally anything else for this party. Since I’ve no intent to buy, I feel like it’d be a bad idea to try them on.Meanwhile, Hailey finds her dream dress. It’s still royal blue, but instead of airy sleeves, they’re lace and skin-tight. It’s Queen Anne neckline looks great against her skin, and somehow, this dress seems to completely ignore her tennis shoes.“Yes,” she proclaims. “This is definitely the one.”Seeing her in the dress, my heart burns with jealousy. But, that just motivates me, making me want to look just as nice if I can.But, of course, nothing is in my budget still. I even finally admit it to Hailey, and she helps me look around for some
Mom puts makeup on my face carefully since I’m not used to doing it myself yet. With a last flourish, she finishes my eyeliner and takes a look.“Perfect. I’ll add a little blush and mascara, then put on the cover spray. Remember not to get your face wet afterward if you can help it.”She finishes a little bit later, then takes off the towel we used to protect my dress. I hear her step back, but then she stops moving.My eyes blink open after a bit, ready to ask what was wrong. It’s strange seeing her without my curtain of my bangs since they’re pinned to the side with a homemade rose hairpin.She’s just standing there, a hand to her lips as she gazes down at me with watery eyes.“Oh, honey...”Mom insisted on paying for me to have my hair done before the party. Since it would be something that lasts longer than a dress, I decided it was okay. So, just a few hours earlier, three women at a salon worked hard to tame my wild hair into something much less hectic.They cut my bangs shorte
“Hey, Alex?”“Hmm?”He drives me home later that night, both of us seeming a bit weighed down with tiredness. Still, he has his full attention on the road, though he only uses one hand.“Did you know Oliver wasss cheating on me?”He pauses for a moment. “Hmm?”“When we first met, you sssaid to go to the parrr-party. So, I went and found Oliver therrre. Did you tell me to go because you knew?”“Ah…yeah. ‘Bout that,” he murmurs, his brows scrunching. “I didn’t know you two were dating at first until you said it then. I did know he was hanging around Danielle and they were kissing, though. So, I put two-and-two together. Still…ah, telling you like that wasn’t a good idea.”He glances at me quickly.“I’m sorry.”But I shake my head.“I forrrgive you. If you hadn’t told me, I would’ve thought he wasss—still being good to me.”“Mm.”“You could’ve been less of an assshole about it, though.”“Hah, yeah.”He drives us back to my place, parking. We sit in silence for a moment, then he turns to
Once Alex and the others are off the ice and out their hockey fits, Hailey and I are amongst the people eager to congratulate them.I’m still so hopped up on excitement that the instant I see him, I’m running toward him. He sees me in return, and with that happy grin on his face, he opens his arms. I jump up into them, hugging him around his neck as he spins me around.I’m deaf to anything or anyone else around me, hugging him close as our hearts beat in tandem. Once he stops spinning, I just back up a bit to look at his eyes. Just as I expected, those flecks of gold are gleaming brightly.I don’t even really realize it when I lean in for a kiss, the taste of his tongue savory against my own.We’re so close, we share the same breaths when our kiss finally breaks. His forehead rests against my own as he puts me down.“…Haha, I won,” he chuckles.“Obviousssly, dummy.”It’s only then that I hear the playful taunting from his teammates. But even though it’s embarrassing, I don’t back away