Instant Enemies

by Emily Zimmerman

  I whimpered and nodded, unable to say no to the Alpha voice. He let me go with one last kiss to my temple. I tightened my hands into fists and growled, storming out of the room. I’d have to follow his orders, he may be my mate, but he was still the Alpha. I walked down the stairs to find mom and dad standing in the living room, mom had her keys in hand, and she was talking heatedly on the phone. Dad had his hand on her shoulder, giving her comfort.

  I walked up and mom became silent. “Okay. Alright, I’ll call you later.” She said, hanging up before she could get an answer.

  “Let’s go honey. Riley is going to stay with Lily for the night. It’s the first time they’ve been able to see each other since you were born.” She murmured.

  I nodded, feeling guilt for keeping them apart. We walked out to the car and I jumped in, looking out the window at the house. I noticed that one of the windows was open, and a dark silhouette stood outlined by the light of a few lamps. Damian.

  Damian’s hand lifted to the window and he pressed it against it, I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he saw me. I felt heat flash through me as I thought about what happened in that room and fanned myself unconsciously. We pulled away from the house and I leaned my head back, exhausted from today’s events.

  2: My crazy school.

  I awoke the next morning to my alarm clock; I groaned and banged my hand down on the snooze button. I dragged myself out of my bed and into the bathroom. I grimaced when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t look too good.

  I grabbed my brush and untangled my hair, and then I jumped in the shower.

  After showering, I stepped into my room and walked over to my closet, luckily my mom had extra clothes for me just in case I decided I didn’t want to be a tomboy anymore. On one side of my closet were my regular clothes; on the other side were all of the other clothes mom bought for me.

  I grabbed some dark blue denim skinny jeans, and a tight fitting, white T-shirt. I slipped on some white satin flats and sighed, looking down at my makeup bag with a grimace. I threw on some eyeliner and mascara, shrugging and calling it good. I left my hair it’s natural. It was wavy and thick, I usually put it in a ponytail.

  I said I didn’t like wearing this stuff, I didn’t say I didn’t know fashion! I grumbled all the way downstairs and into the kitchen. Riley walked in the front door, his clothes rumpled and a big smile on his face. His smile faltered as he looked at me in tight clothing. “Whoa, sis! You look like a girl!” He exclaimed.

  I stuck my tongue out at him as I grabbed an apple. “It’s the Alpha’s orders that I dress like this. Ugh! I feel like a bitch!” I said.

  Riley laughed and ran upstairs to dress for school. I grabbed my keys to my shiny black Porsche Mirage GT. I grabbed my bag and ran out, only to stop when I realized, leaning against my car, was Damian. He grinned at me and pushed off of my car. “Hi, Cat. I’m here to catch a ride with you to school, maybe you can show me around. The pack has to stay together, so we’ll be going to the same school. We’ve done it before. Oh and-“ he paused, pulling me into him, pressing his lips under my ear in a small kiss. “-I like the outfit.” He whispered.

  I shivered involuntarily and felt him grin. I pushed away from him and glared. “I told you I don’t like that!” I said.

  He shook his head. “No you didn’t. You said you wouldn’t accept my advances easily. You never said I couldn’t do it.” He said.

  I threw my hands up in the air. “Get a ride from my brother, I don’t want to sit in the car with you.” I snapped.

  I threw my backpack in the back seat of my car and sat in the front. I sighed and looked over; Damian sat smirking in the front seat. “Jackass.” I muttered, starting the car and speeding off.

  I weaved around people on the freeway, going as fast as the car could take me. “Damn, you’re a speed demon!” Damian laughed.

  “I prefer the term, speed angel. But whatever floats your boat.” I shrugged.

  I pulled into school ten minutes early. And my only best friend, Trevor leaned against his car beside mine.

  I got out and opened the back door, grabbing my backpack. I ran around the car and hugged Trevor. “How is my big teddy bear today?” I asked in a baby voice.

  Trevor snorted and pulled me back, looking at my outfit. “New style?” he asked.

  I heard Damian’s growl from behind me and ignored him. “Yeah. I thought I needed a change.” I said.

  Trevor smiled. “You know Derik is going to be all over you, don’t you?” he asked.

  I rolled my eyes. “Derik can take his confidence and shove it-“

  “Whoa, whoa! That’s enough!” he laughed.

  Damian cleared his throat and I looked at him, rolling my eyes at the jealousy in his. “Trevor, this is Damian, Damian, this is Trevor, my best friend.” I said, emphasizing the “best friend.”

  “Nice to meet you, man. You new to Chamberlin High?” Trevor asked, as friendly as ever.

  Damian nodded curtly and grabbed my arm, pulling me from Trevor’s grasp and into his side. Trevor raised an eyebrow at me and I elbowed Damian, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “Well…I’ll see you later Cat. I like the outfit by the way, it’s about time you showed some confidence.” He said.

  I smiled at him, pulling away from Damian. “Yeah. See you later.”

  The bell rang before Damian could say anything, though he was about to, and I stalked off to school. God! Who does he think he is? I can’t hang out with my best friend in the whole world without him in a jealous rage? Ugh!

  I ignored the shocked stares of kids in the hall. They were all whispering about the change in my style. I got to my locker and that’s when I got tired of it all. I threw my books in my locker and turned around. “Yes! I’ve got a body! Whoop-de-doo! Why don’t you whip out your phones and take a picture!” I threw my hands in the air.

  Everyone averted their eyes; they knew not to mess with me when I was in a mood. I turned and flounced off, striding to my next class, science. I walked into my class and groaned internally. Derik’s eyes roamed my body and he stared at me in shock, but then again, who wasn’t staring at me in shock? I plopped down in my seat at the front of the class; the seat beside me was empty, because no one wanted to be partners with the freak. Damian walked in just as the teacher did. Mrs. Laurence stared wide eyed at Damian; of course, everyone was staring at him like that, except me.

  He handed a slip to the teacher and she blushed, signing it without even looking at it. “C-class, this is Damian Villain. Please warm give him a welcome.” I don’t even think she realized she said that wrong.

  Mrs. Laurence isn’t married, she’s twenty, but she likes it when people call her Mrs. Instead of Ms. It makes her feel more professional. Damian waved and walked straight over to me, sitting in the adjoining seat. I sighed as he grabbed my hand, entwining his fingers with mine.

  “Are you seriously doing this?” I hissed as Mrs. Laurence started the class.

  Damian grinned at me. “Yes.”

  I tried to wiggle my hand out of Damian’s grasp, but he just tightened it. “Bastard.” I muttered, making Damian chuckle.

  “Ms. Harington, do you have something to share with the class?”

  I opened my mouth to give her a great sarcastic retort, but Damian cut me off. “No. I’m sorry Mrs. Laurence, I was distracting Cat from her work.” Damian said, as innocent as an angel.

  I glared at Damian and ripped my hand from his grasp. “Well. That’s perfectly alright, Damian. Just don’t do it again, please.” She said.

  I rolled my eyes as Damian did his famous, blinding grin as Mrs. Laurence. “Of course.”

  Damian slung and arm around my shoulders and I faked a smile for Mrs. Laurence. “Get your arm off of me before I rip it off.” I said through my teeth, keeping the smile in place.

  He laughed and pulled me tighter into his side. “Now class, we’ll be learning about molecules today…” I tuned her out as I pushed away from Damian, taking his arm and shoving it i
nto his side. He sighed and crossed his arms, his muscles flexing as he did it, making a few of the girls in class gasp.

  “I’ve never seen her so annoyed; she must hate this Damian guy.” I heard Derik whisper to his friends.

  When the bell rang I jumped up and grabbed my backpack. “You’re a real Jackass, you know that, Damian?” I asked.

  “I believe you’ve told me once before.” He grinned.

  I growled and stalked passed him, I could feel him following me as I stopped by my locker. “Where is the rest of the pack? I thought you said they were all here.” I said.

  “They’re here somewhere, I guess none of them have first period science class.” He said.

  I nodded and grabbed my books. I turned back to Damian and pointed at him. “If you do that again, I’ll never speak to you again.” I said, my voice matter of fact.

  The corners of his lips tipped up. “Then I guess you wouldn’t me to do this then.” He then grabbed me and pulled me into him, pressing his lips to mine.

  My body acted on its own, relaxing and wrapping my arms around his neck. My wolf wasn’t even in control. He slipped his arm around my waist, and we were completely unaware of the crowd watching us.

  Damian pulled away and smiled, running his finger down my cheek. “Now was that so bad?” he asked.

  I sighed. “No.” I admitted. “But I don’t want it to happen again.” I said, pushing away from him.

  He sighed and watched me grab my things, ignoring the glaring girls and the jealous guys. I walked passed him to my next class, history. He followed me all the way there like a dangerous, black haired puppy. “I’m guessing you made sure we had every class together.” I said.

  He smiled, but didn’t answer. We walked into class and Damian paused to give the teacher his slip to sign. I sat down beside Trevor and smiled at him. “Hey. Did Mr. Raman lose his temper yet?” I asked in a whisper.

  Mr. Raman has a blood pressure problem, and loses his temper easily. He likes me and Trevor though, always letting us off the hook.

  “Nah, but Gabe is pushing it.” Trevor whispered back.

  Damian sat on my other side and grabbed my hand. I sighed in annoyance and looked at Trevor. “Hey, I’m thinking of going to the movies Saturday night and seeing Brave, I heard it’s really cute, you want to go with me?” I asked.

  “Sure. I haven’t got much better to do than to see a dorky movie with my dorky friend.” He teased.

  I smiled. “Thanks.”

  “Eh shut up, you little runt.” He said with a teasing smile.

  “Who you callin’ a runt, you Ninnyhammer!” I teased back.

  “What the heck is a Ninnyhammer?”

  “It’s a fool or a simpleton. A ninny.” I said, giggling at the new word I found.

  “That is not a real word.” He argued.

  “Yes it is! Look it up on Dictionary.Com!” I said defensively.

  He nodded. “Alright, I will.”

  With that, we turned our attention to the front of the class, where Mr. Raman’s face was turning red. Gabe was the class clown, and he was always making Mr. Raman lose ten years of his life in a fit of rage. Mr. Raman sat down, and a fart ripped through the room.

  I put my hand to my mouth and looked at Trevor in shock. He’d never done that one before.

  That was when Mr. Raman lost it. “That’s it!” he yelled, picking up the whoopee cushion and throwing it at Gabe. And I was out of my seat. I was sort of his anger management. Damian let go of my hand, wondering what I was doing. “Mr. Raman, calm down! He’s just a stupid kid!” I said in my most soothing voice.

  Mr. Raman looked at me with desperate eyes. “But he’s so annoying!” he said.

  “It’s alright, let’s go get you some coffee, and a nice donut from the teachers’ lounge, how about it?” I asked soothingly.

  He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and pointed at Gabe. “You’re going to be expelled young man! I’ll make sure of it!” he said.

  He then let me take his arm and steer him out of the room. I mouthed that class was dismissed just before we left and Trevor gave me the “OK” sign with his hand.

  I walked Mr. Raman to the teachers’ lounge and sat him in the chair. Mrs. Laurence raised an eyebrow. “Gabe?” she asked.

  I nodded. “His worst yet. He set a whoopee cushion on the desk chair.” I said.

  She snorted. “I could have done better than that.” She said.

  3: The promise.

  I was walking to the cafeteria when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Derik. He smirked at me, and I rolled my eyes, turned, and started walking again. “What do you want, Derik?” I asked on a sigh.

  “Oh nothing. I’m just interested in your little relationship with the new kid.” He said casually, catching up with me.

  “That is none of your business, and there is no relationship.” We’re just bound to each other for all eternity.

  “You could have fooled me with how you made out in the hall back there.” Despite myself, I smiled.

  “That was his doing, not mine. He thinks he can win me over.” I said, rolling my eyes.

  “He seems to have succeeded.” Derik said.

  I snorted and glared at the ground. “He has not. He’s just a pushy jackass.” I grumbled.

  Derik smiled. “I’ve never seen you act this way. Are you sure he hasn’t succeeded?”

  I looked at Derik and glared. “Why are you asking me this?” I asked as we entered the cafeteria.

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve teased and annoyed each other so long that I feel kind of like your brother.” He said.

  I let out a startled laugh and looked at him. “I was under the impression that you hated my guts.” I said.

  He shook his head and waved his hand. “Nah, notice how none of the guys here have tried to annoy you but me?” I nodded.

  “Well that’s my doing. It’s my job to annoy the crap out of you, I threatened to throw them off the football team if they even tried to annoy you.” He said.

  I smiled as I grabbed a half a sandwich. “That’s…really sweet, in a weird way.” I said.

  He chuckled. “Hey, sorry about the whole freak thing, I called you that to annoy you, but it kind of stuck.” He said, leaning against the counter as I paid for my food.

  Trevor walked over as I smiled at Derik. “Hey, no problem man. It’s only fair since I colored your hair pink last year.” I said.

  “What’s up, guys?” Trevor asked, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

  I heard Damian’s distinct growl and looked over, giving him a sharp look as he stood up that told him to sit down.

  “Derik is confessing his undying love for me.” I said sarcastically.

  Derik laughed and teasingly pushed my shoulder, making everyone in the room gasp. “Nah. I’m just making Cat my sister from another Mister.” He said.

  I laughed. “My brother from another mother.” I added.

  Trevor laughed. “I thought I was your brother from another mother.” He said.

  “You’re both my brothers from other mothers, okay?” I said, laughing.

  “Well, I should go tell everyone the news. See yah sis.” Derik teased.

  I nodded, smiling. Trevor and I sat at an empty table. He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged, still smiling.

  I looked up as Lily plopped down beside me. “You caused quite a fit with Damian.” She whispered to me.

  I rolled my eyes. “He can get over it.” I muttered.

  I heard another growl from Damian and sent him a glare. Trevor raised both eyebrows at me now. “Hey, why don’t you and Trevor come sit with us? I mean, we’ve got room at the table.” Lily offered.

  I looked at Trevor and shrugged. He shrugged as well and grabbed his tray. Lily led the way back to the table. I sat across the table from Damian, beside Trevor. Damian stared at me with dark eyes and I stared back at him evenly.

  I looked around the table and smiled at the pack. “Hi
guys. Long time no see.” I said jokingly.

  Some snickered, and some just smiled. “Yeah, we’ve been pretty busy since yesterday.” Hal, one of the many pack members said.

  I smiled. “I would say so. How the hell did you guys get transferred so quickly?” I asked.

  “You’d be surprised what a little bribe can get you.” Damian muttered, a smile tipping up the corners of his lips.

  I smiled at him and noticed that Melody beside him was staring at Trevor. Their eyes had met. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Damian, looking pointedly at Melody.

  Damian followed Melody’s gaze and cursed under his breath. “Not here!”

  He grabbed Melody by the arm and got up. “Get Trevor outside the cafeteria.” He told me.

  I grabbed Trevor’s arm and drug him outside the lunchroom. I followed Damian into an empty classroom and he let Melody go, locking the door behind us.

  I let Trevor go and Melody grabbed him, snuggling her face into his neck and inhaling his scent. “But he’s not wolf.” I whispered, watching as Trevor wrapped his arms around Melody.

  Damian slung an arm around my shoulders. “This is rare, but it does happen. We’ll have to ask the Wolven Goddess to change him; the ritual takes all of a day.” He explained.

  “What happens in that day?” I asked him.

  He shrugged. “The ritual includes locking Trevor in a room, and leaving him there for a full twenty for hours. The Wolven Goddess has made him a mate, it’s most likely that she’ll make him wolf as well.” He said.

  I nodded, and we slid down the wall to the ground, I straightened one leg and kept the other bent. Damian crossed his ankles. “Were we like this when we found each other?” I asked, disgust coloring my tone as I watched them make out.

  “Yes. But we weren't so…” he cleared his throat uncomfortably as Melody jumped up, wrapping her legs around Trevor’s waist. “Primitive.”