The Rogue's Daughter

Chapter 5: A Rogue's Life

Chapter 5

Today for some reason I had a feeling that Bane wasn't at school. Bane was almost in all of my classes but as my gut told me, he was absent.

The day started with Marco grumpily knocking on my door growling something about me catching a ride with him for swim training.

"Hurry up!" Marco yelled pounding on my door harder.

Old John was out of town leaving just Marco and I to ourselves. This was normal for us. Rogues almost never had anyone but theirselves. I was lucky enough to have Marco.

"I'm up." I groaned rolling around my bed as I tried to untangle myself from my warm comfy comforter.

Marco had football practice which was probably why he was up early.

I lumbered towards our joint bathroom flinging the door open suddenly finding myself face to face with Marco.

Marco had just finished showering having dripping wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as he eyed me.

"About time, Ave." He says his eyes glancing towards the watch beside my bed. "We're almost late."

Marco was a great football player. I've watched every single one of his games. I didn't even care if I looked stupid jumping and screaming at the top of my lungs.

Marco was probably even more supportive than I was as he too would come to all of my swim competitions and shout horrid profanities towards my opponent.

That being said, we both finished up in the bathroom and headed to the kitchen.

We had to do grocery shopping. There were barely anything in the refrigerator and pantry.

I blame Marco's huge appetite. Growing boy. Growing hungry werewolf boy.

"Guess we're going to the grocery after class." He grumbled under his breath as he took out ingredients for a sandwich.

I took out the orange juice which was the only thing I was allowed to do in the kitchen since I basically almost burned the house down once. "Sure!" I loved grocery shopping. "When is Old John coming back?" I ask him as I poured both of us a glass of oj.

"Three days." He smirked finishing our sandwiches and handing one to me.

My eyes widened with glee. No curfew. No nothing for three long days!

Our eyes met, his expression lacing with mischief.

"Party." He quipped the same time I said,

"Movie night."

We both groaned at each other. Marco and I never get to go out as much as we liked. Old John ran a tight ship. Marco was lucky enough to even know what parties were.

"Ave, just one party at Charlie Andrews'" He begged giving me his best puppy dog eyes.

It always worked on me.

"Okay but I get two movie nights with you." I wagered crossing my arms as I did.

He grinned nodding his head in agreement. "It's a deal."

-

Our school was a normal school. There wasn't anything special with it. Our sports team and academic teams weren't exceptional to be known in the area.

What our school does have is two main groups. Pack and rogue. Pack people and rogue folk never and I mean never interact. If they do its because they're fighting.

"Marco!" Yelled Charlie Andrews who ran towards us in the hall as Marco and I were making our way to our next class.

Charlie Andrews is the captain of the football team. He's big, bad and a notorious rogue. He loves Marco. Most people do.

"Hey man," Marco greeted with a forced smile. Marco didn't share the same love for him.

"You coming to the party?" Charlie asked his eyes sparkling with the possibility of Marco being there.

He wasn't gay- I think. He mostly just wanted Marco to start hanging out with his band of mischievous rogues.

Marco shot me a look and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, maybe."

"Come over anytime!" For a notorious rogue, Charlie was such a softie to Marco.

Finally noticing me Charlie comes to stand beside me.

He casually wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Avery, hey, you're coming too right?"

Marco glares at him. Which Charlie sees and immediately takes his arm off me.

I laughed at this and gave Charlie a smile. "We'll see, Andrews."

"Say no more." Charlie puts his hands up and gives us both a wave before retreating to his locker where his other nasty rogues were.

The class we had next was math. I loathe math. I do not and could not understand it at all. I've tried so hard to understand and learn but seriously my brain is crying.

Marco on the other hand is a whiz with Math. He doesn't even listen to the teacher he just naturally understands it.

Marco smirks at me from his chair and gives me a wink.

I wanted to cry.

Curse you Marco.

The bell sounding the end of my torture makes me jump for joy. I was about to haul my books from my chair when Marco takes them and starts to tell me about the movies we could watch.

Marco and I are best friends. Practically twins. We revolved around each other. It's been like this since we were kids.

For as long as I can remember Marco has been by my side. Always watching over me and taking care of me.

We didn't have a lot of money but young Marco he would get me ice cream or a piece of candy whenever he could and for a rogue, that's a lot.

-

Lunch at this school is a battlefield. You have to wrestle the whole student body to get the good food or you'll end up eating a smelly vegetable wrap.

Marco and I nodded at each other in understanding before we jumped for the awaiting food.

In the end I was able to get a bowl of pasta and a cheesecake whereas Marco was able to get two cheese burgers and some bacon fries.

Poor Owen soon joined us with the smelly vegetable wrap.

He looked ready to cry as Marco moved away from him. The horrible stench of the wrap burning his sensitive nose.

"I hate cafeteria food." He whispered to himself looking down at his food.

Marco shook his head laughing. "I love it."

Owen scowled at the both of us. "You could have grabbed something for me you know."

"My hands were full." We both said at the same time grinning at ourselves like we just won a trophy.

-

The end of classes was like a breath of fresh air. I was dying to get out of school. The people were much too suffocating.

I was nice to most people in the school but was never close to anyone. Us rogues preferred to be alone.

As a child I fought a lot with other kids. I had a horrible temper and was always ready to defend myself.

It dawned upon me in middle school that one of the reasons why we moved a lot was because of my fighting so I stopped.

By high school I've only had one fight. That fight was with Tyree Samuels, a daughter of a Third from some random pack. She hated me like I hated fish.

I was a freshman and she was a junior. She liked Marco a lot and blamed me for Marco not liking her back.

Let's be real. Marco doesn't like anyone. He merely tolerates Old John and I but that's how far his patience goes.

So when Tyree ambushes me in the lockers and basically pulls my hair out, I hit back.

No ones ever come close to me since.

I don't particularly see myself as a loner. Rogues like me despite being an unshifted wolf. Most of the time I just feel awkward with most people.

Nah, who am I kidding. I'm awkward with everyone.

I was just about to step out of the class room when Marco runs in a huge smile on his face.

Marco was excited.

"Maybe you should go alone." I suggest as we walk to his car.

Marco frowned at me as he tried to balance my book and his books on his arm. "Don't you wanna go?"

"It's not that." I drawled opening the door to his car.

Marco set the books down and started the car. "Ave, c'mon it's gonna be fun! I promise."

"I don't doubt that. It's just that I think you'll have more fun without me being there." I tell him as I pull out my iPod and plugged it on the car music player.

Marco groaned giving me a perfected pout. "Avery you're the best part!"

"Well if you put it that way." I smile shrugging my shoulders pretending not to be flattered.

Marco rolled his eyes at me. "You little shit."

"Maybe you should share this little s**t tonight." I teased knowing that he wouldn't like that.

"No. Not an option." He growls giving me the stink eye.

I laughed slapping his arm. "I just-"

He cuts me off giving me his well known smirk. "I told you if you're feeling lonely just knock on my bedroom door."

"Ew. Don't even." I wrinkled my nose in protest. Ew. Marco and bed do not mix for me.

"You'll be doing me a favor." He pressed smiling even bigger as he leaned on me closer.

"No way." I cringe sticking my tongue out at him like a child.

"It's a win-win." He went on probably already imagining it.

"I'd rather Owen." I say crossing my arms.

"What?!" He shouts looking incredibly baffled and hurt. "Harsh."

"Sad truth."

-

"Cereal." I announce to the world of grocery shopping as I read through our poorly written grocery list.

Marco jumped excitedly. He loved cereal. "Which kind this time?"

"Less jumping more pushing." I joked playfully elbowing Marco on the ribs.

"Rice crispies?" He suggests giving me a wink. He knows I love that stuff.

Since Old John isn't home a lot due to his werewolf stripping- I mean bounty hunter life, Marco and I are in-charge of grocery shopping.

It's a routine that we both love.

After we got everything we needed we drove home to get ready for the party.

"We can't go drinking without eating anything. What do you want for dinner?" He asks as I went through my clothes.

Marco was currently laying down on my bed reading through his f*******: newsfeed. "I kinda want a Burrito."

He looks at me with a frown on his face. "Sorry, Ave. We're out of cash. How about hotdogs? I can fry us up some."

This wasn't anything new. We would constantly be short on cash and since Old John is out of town we had no way of getting money.

"Hotdogs sound great." I offer giving him a smile knowing well that he feels bad he can't feed me what I want.

-

It was about 9 o'clock when we both finished getting ready. I was wearing a simple black dress and a jean jacket while Marco wore his football letterman jacket and some pants.

Charlie Andrews' house is huge. It was no secret that Charlie works for a powerful group of rogues who dedicate themselves to spying and getting secrets from packs and selling them to other packs.

It was a risking job to be in but the money was amazing.

Marco doesn't associate with them knowing how dangerous their work is.

It was awful.

As much as I detested packs it's not right to be the reason for the death of hundreds of their members.

There was already a huge number of cars parked all over the front lawn as cups and drunk girls littered the area.

Marco shook his head at one girl that threw herself at our car screaming Marco's name.

"You're sticking with me. Got it?" Marco manages to tell me through the loud music that was playing.

He had his arm around my shoulder as he guided me around the sea of sweaty bodies.

"Marco! Avery! You came!" Came Charlie Andrews drunk voice.

He had a cup of beer on his hand and a drunk girl on another.

Charlie quickly disposed of her pushing her away from him as he put his arm on my shoulder as well.

"Hands off, Andrews." Marco growled angrily his eyes changing its color to black. Even with the loud music playing you could hear Marco's dominant growl.

Charlie sobers up at that and steps away from us. "Sorry, Marco."

Marco ignores him as he takes us around the back to the kitchen. There weren't as much people there.

"Have a beer." He tells me throwing me a can of beer.

Suddenly the can of beer turns into several cans and I was doing tequila shots with Marco who didn't even seem to be a least bit intoxicated.

Owen soon joins us but it was like basically talking to a baby. He was hammered.

"I looooooove you guys," Owen mumbles rolling around the kitchen counter top.

I was fully aware of my state of drunkenness. Marco had to hold me up and I was practically crying at one point.

"Marco you're the best." I whisper as he carries me to the car.

I was guilty he didn't get to have much fun since he had to keep an eye on me the whole night.

"Ave, baby girl, just rest. I'm taking us home." He tells me kissing my forehead then starting the car.

The last thing on my mind that night was the feeling of being watched and a pair of big yellow eyes that were looking straight at me from the woods.

Yellow eyes.