Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 8: 7 - Well, How Problematic

"Jason," I called to grab his attention, "Done with your private discussion?"

"It's alpha to you," he glared at me.

"Please, you're lucky I don't call you Wolfie to your face," I rolled my eyes. I turned to the bar tender. "Can I have a drink please? Something strong," I waved my hand.

"Excuse me?" He snapped at my 'Wolfie' comment.

"You're excused," I nodded with a grin.

Our company chuckled.

"Why do you have to be so childish?" He grumbled.

My drink came. "Um, maybe because I am one," I took a sip of it, rolling my eyes.

I made sure dog boy didn't get enough time to respond. "Wow, this is really good," I chuckled. It's like a strawberry lime mix sort of thing. You wouldn't even tell it was alcohol if it didn't leave that burning down your throat.

"Wait, what?" He frowned, snatching my drink.

I scoffed and reached for it, but he put his arm up, blocking me.

"Hey, it's mine. You —"

"How old are you?" He raised an eyebrow.

I froze. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. "Pft, age is but a number." I reached for my cocktail sort of thing again, but he held it farther away.

"You're right, so just tell me yours," he argued, with a smart @ss smirk on his dumb face.

Oh, congratulations. I mentally rolled my eyes. You know how to recycle other people's words.

"Um. . . I'm senmhmn," I mumbled.

"You're what?"

"Sevnmhm."

"What?!"

"SEVENTEEN! I'm seventeen, okay?!"

Silence.

"HAHAHAHA!" He laughed obnoxiously loud, still holding my drink above his head.

You're laugh is beautiful.

I hate you.

I crossed my arms and frowned.

"You're just a baby!" He laughed.

"Am not!"

"You're not even old enough to

"Neither

be mates if there was

this back. Your

more stress relieving

Oh

just GREAT. Also, it's MY responsibility to fix all this because y'know, why not? It's my freaking house — so you have no right to prevent me from drowning my senses in alcohol so I can pretend the whole ordeal isn't happening for the time being!" I ranted

glass in one go. "Can I have a shot

"Woah, woah," Wolfie put his hand up to slow me down

little tipsy. Vampire metabolism," I told him with a lazy smile before drowning the shot. even with the heightened effects the alcohol is supposed to have to compensate for our fast metabolisms, I have a pretty high tolerance. I smiled a bright one at the bar tender. "Another one, please. Keep them coming, don't be shy" I turned to Wolfie, and he's looking at me funny. So are some of the others. Not because of the metabolism thing, everyone knows about

. Eh. "If you need to find me,

And another.

And another.

And a couple more.

And

And silence.

all I

taking my, what? 20th shot

funny seeing him surprised. "Did you

blinked and shook his head to clear it. "Not happening. You are not going to embarrass

but, Y'know I got an invitation of my own," I raised an eyebrow. "I'm obviously seen as a

thing," he smiled fakely, throwing my own words in my face. "You're just a girl that is accompanying me. Nothing more. That's the message we're going for here." He stretched his bitter sweet smile even more,

I remember,"

Should I tell him

me it's probably always going to be something more like, 'oh boy, it's Maria' or 'oof, remember last time

. . .

"Great." He nodded swiftly at my silence, taking it

If only

"You're dancing with me." He held out his

I rolled my eyes.

"C'mon, we've gotta convince them," he winked at me. It was mocking.

Freakin' mate

arm in the crook of his — because, why not? —

later," I said to the bar, waving it

Wolfie let out

Haha.

Classical music has been playing this whole time, but this is one of the first songs that can actually be danced to. This one's still slow, but the rest were too slow. The only people dancing were elders and couples who's opinions of dancing were leaning on each

completely forced polite chatter amongst, let's be honest, a bunch of

there are foes. Doesn't matter which side you're on. There

One of the most interesting parts to

And my dance partner is one of my more

How exciting.

got to where he wanted us to be, towards the middle of the dance floor. He grasped my hand tightly in his and rested his other one on the small of my back as he pulled

we met, had to restrain myself from inching

how much I

He

smell so good? He's half dog for

And his

up close, but I've noticed it from afar. When he's talking and smiling with people he's being himself around. The way he can't be around me. Because he's the big bad

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