8. She is a He
1842 Words
(Aaron)
I was sitting in the restaurant, my hands firmly clasped in front of me as I stared at my unhappy girlfriend going on and on about how much I had changed.
I was already halfway bored to death. I yawned and was greeted by a scream. I was thankful the restaurant was empty, though some of the bystanders threw frantic glances at us and I wanted to hide under earth or something like that.
I hated making scenes and this was exactly that moment. Drama.
My lips curled unpleasantly as I stared at the girl in front of me.
Hearing her complain about things that didn't even matter was just wearing me out.
Maybe I should just break up with her. I thought with a frown as I tried to stifle the yawn that was begging to come out.
"That's what I have been saying for a while now. I don't even understand why we are even with her," Zed said with a frown. "We will soon find our mate, and it is better to stop this drama. It has become too much for me."
Zed didn't like Sam, but she could be nice, when she wanted to be.
“Aaron, you aren’t even listening to me. Are you chatting with your wolf? He doesn't like me.” She glared at me as she poked her fork inside her bowl of salad.
Even after realizing that I was half way to the door of death, she didn't shut up. She just wouldn't. Couldn't. She wouldn't until I officially told her to shut up, and I was too much of a gentleman --mostly-- to tell her that she was killing me. Slowly.
She continued to torment me with a voice that was scraping against my nerve ends. Don’t mistake me, I wasn’t always this rude --well, except to Danielle-- but today I was already at the end of my limit and as if it wasn't enough, she was boring the hell out of me.
I didn't care that Carrie and Shyla wore same dress to some freaking party. I didn't even know who the hell these girls were.
“You’re not even apologizing, you just sit there like someone had stolen your voice box.”
"If only they had done it to you!" Zed said and I almost chuckled.
"Shut up, asshole," I warned my wolf and he rolled his blue-green eyes with a huff.
“Come on, what do you want me to say? I have bigger problems than two girls wearing same dress to some stupid party,” I said exasperated. If I could throw that pizza straight on her perfectly painted face, without looking like a complete ass, I would do it by now.
"Did you just call me stupid?"
"When did I?"
"You did- you-" She looked like she was conjuring waterworks from the depth of her soul. s**t.
"I didn't. I called the party stupid."
"Okay." But she was sniffling as she said that and there were some honest to god death glare from some men sitting around. I wanted to stand up and ask them to take my place, and then we could see if they could continue to act all high and mighty.
“So..." I sat there, trying to look for a way to escape this torture. "Oh, Sam, mom and dad are bringing Daisy to Creat's Hospital, and I will be staying in the dorm."
Creat's Hospital was one of the most popular hospital for shifters. They finally decided it was the way to go. We had been talking about it for a while, and I was glad they finally decided to take the action.
"But... The boys' dorm is..."
"Yeah, full, but don't worry. I will be staying in the girls' dorm."
"Why in the hell would you do that?" She shrieked.
"I don't know. Principal Alexander said that is the only room empty and big enough to-"
"You should stay with me." She said with a frown.
"No, mom and dad will be comfortable with me staying in the dorm," I said with a frown. Samantha's parents lived outside the pack, but they were from my pack... the crimson wood.
"With some girl rather than staying with your own girlfriend, huh?" Her voice was unusually high.
I shrugged.
"It is not like I will be in my dorm all the time. I will be with Liam, mostly, and then will be going back only to sleep. So..."
"You don't know about girls."
"Oh, I do." I said with a chuckle. I know you.
"Aaron, girls want you and..."
"What? Are you afraid this girl is going to take advantage of me?" I shook my head. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this point.
"No, I just-" She stopped and poked her salad once again. "This was all... You guys should just let Daisy-" She stopped halfway as if she recognized what she was going to say.
"What? What should we do with Daisy?" I growled and she shrank back in her chair.
"Show her," Zed said. "The girl doesn't know when to shut up."
"No-nothing. I didn't mean-"
"Do you want us to pull the plug and let Daisy die? Is that what you are coming to say?" It was so hard not to scream.
"Aaron, I-"
"I am going now and please don't bother coming to my room. I am not in the right mind to be a gentleman." I
warned as I stood up, my eyes flashing in anger.
I wanted to let my wolf come out.
"Aaron, I- please listen-" I walked away. If I stood there any longer, I would do something bad I would regret.
I opened the dorm room with irritation and was greeted by darkness. I stumbled when I stepped on the tangled mess of clothes and finally found the switch.
When the room was lit with the flowing light, I could see the girl hadn't cleaned the mess Liam and I had made. The clothes were still strewn across the floor and the bed was still a mess.
I really hated this arrangement, but I didn't have any choice.
I sighed and lied down in my pillow. A loud squeak made me jump. And I felt my clothes turning wet under my back.
With a curse, I stood up and found some popped water balloons.
I groaned as I pulled the sheets off. They were ruined.
I walked to bathroom and opened the shower. I stood under it and sighed.
"Goddess hate you." My wolf looked haughty. "It is karma for what you are doing to Danielle."
"Shut the f**k UP, Zed."
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(Danielle)
I came out after bidding goodbye to Daisy with a small sad smile. Milan, who was standing by the door came to me and held my hand.
“Daisy's parents are taking her to Creat's Hospital. Her parents want to consult the neurologist and all the specialists there. They will be good for her."
I clasped my hand over my stomach as it churned nervously.
“Will she get better? Will she really come back to life? I almost forgot how she smiled. It is really that long.”
“Coma is, in fact, half death. No one can really predict when anything would happen, and they may or may not come back,” Milan said, clasping her hands firmly on my shoulder. "But you need to trust that goddess can do wonders." I felt comforted by her words.
“I want my friend back.” I whispered as pain rolled through my body.
“She’ll be back!”
I had never spent more than a week without seeing Daisy, though she didn’t talk with me, it always gave me a strange comfort when I saw her.
“We playing hide n teak, ya come?” Tom asked in his cute accent, which cut my thoughts. I kissed him on top of the head and played with them for some time and then walked away.
They were energetic, enthusiastic, and to think that their life were hanging by a thin thread...
Life was so unpredictable. One moment you’d be in the top of the world, and as though it was all a dream, you’d come down. I was once the girl everyone wanted to be, until my mom walked away when I was eight, and then everything changed. Life changed.
I changed, but Daisy didn't. She remained the same.
In my way back to the dorm, I stopped in front of a small shop where they sold accessories for the dress I was planning to make. I bought laces, more laces, buttons, beads... Whatever tickled my senses.
This dress was going to be my entry in to the fashion school. This was going to be my salvation.
I knew I didn't need scholarship, not really. My grandmother would be ready to send me as far away as possible, and she would spend a fortune, but I didn't want to live on her money, not anymore. I wanted to disappear, and never think about them again.
I carried my bag and stopped in front of my dorm room. I opened the door, placed the bags on the bed, and looked at the other bed with an evil smile.
The bed was stripped clean and I could see water splotches around. My revenge worked...
I grabbed a towel and opened the bathroom. I pulled my shirt off and that was when I realized something was extremely wrong with my bathroom.
I was not alone.
"What the hell?" I screamed.
"What the hell?" A voice echoed my sentiments. And it wasn't a girl's voice. Nuh-uh.
I shut my eyes tight. This is freaking fantastic.
"Turn around." The voice said. I opened my eyes and looked down.
My eyes connected with a lean, long leg, which didn’t look like a woman’s leg. Obviously.
This is no woman.
"Who in the hell are you?" I was afraid to look any higher. "Are you her boyfriend? You should not be showering here?"
"Turn around."
That was when it came to me. I knew this freaking voice.
One fast, full motion, like ripping a bandaid off...
“Ok, a little above,” I murmured to myself and gasped when my eyes connected with a pair of honey brown eyes.
I knew those eyes, too and the look in them.
My heart skipped a beat as I put my hands on my chest and realized I was not wearing my f*****g shirt.
"s**t on a shingle." I cursed as I tried to cover myself with my hands. It was useless. "What in the hell are you doing here?" I asked to his bare chest.
“Don't tell me you are my freaking room mate." Aaron spat.
"Tell me that Samantha is staying with me and you are only here because of her"
I would even take Samantha instead of him. I would even take Satan.
Please, goddess, no, just no.
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