Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 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

  "Neither are you!"

wouldn't be mates if there was that much of an

He chuckled. "You're not getting this back. Your little baby

No more stress relieving happy

  Oh

this girl," I pointed to myself, "with my baby brain, has some stupid dog people trying to get the run of my home, the leader of which just happens to be the person I'm destined to spend the rest of my life with, which is 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 in one breath, spitting a thousand

rest of the glass in one go. "Can I have a shot of the strongest thing you have?" I

Wolfie put his hand up to slow me down and made a reach for the new

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

you need to find me, I'll be here," I told Wolfie. I shot the next

And another.

And another.

And a couple

And

And silence.

That's all I

Wolfie seemed surprised by me taking my, what? 20th shot unfazed and not even close

  I raised an eyebrow with a smirk. It's funny seeing him surprised. "Did you think

"Not happening. You are not going to embarrass me." He

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

words in my face. "You're just a girl that is accompanying me. Nothing more.

  "Oh, I remember," I rolled my

him it's never going

people see me it's

. . . Eh, he'll

my silence,

If only he knew.

He held out his arm for me to slip

I

convince them," he winked at me. It was mocking. But it still made my

  Freakin'

stool and rested my arm in the crook of his — because, why

for you later," I said to the bar, waving it

  Wolfie let

  Haha.

only people dancing were elders and couples who's opinions of dancing were leaning on each other and slightly shifting their weight from

more boring business talk and completely forced polite chatter amongst, let's be honest, a bunch of

There are friends, and there are foes. Doesn't matter which side you're on. There will be plenty of both within reaching distance at an event like this.

the most interesting parts

my dance partner is one of my more prominent

  How exciting.

grasped my hand tightly in his and rested his

I, again, like the first time we met, had to restrain myself

No matter how much I dislike

  He smells

smell so good? He's half dog for crying out

And his eyes.

I've never seen it up close, but I've noticed it from afar. When he's talking and smiling with people he's

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