"I think he's dead."
"He's not dead you idiot. He's just … immobile."
"A coma!"
"It's a h-hangover."
I groan my aggravation at the voices that were bombarding my already-pounding head.
"It's alive!"
"Get out of my room." I say, grinding each word out of clenched teeth.
"It speaks."
I snap my eyes open enraged, not at all surprised to find the source of the voice to be Hagen.
I shut my eyes when the aggressive sunlight attacks my fragile irises, barely catching a glimpse of the positions of my siblings around my bed.
"What time did you get in last night?" Josey asks gently, knowing that I wasn't the nicest when I was hungover.
"I don't know, now leave." I instruct, knowing full well they wouldn't listen.
"Why is Samantha knocked out on the kitchen island?" Hagen asks with a nervous chuckle.
"I don't know." I grind out once more. "Don't you guys have school or some shit?"
"It's summer." They say all at once making my head ring in pain.
"A-Are you still taking u-u-us out today?" Peter asks and silence falls after him as they await my reply.
Take them out?
I was supposed to take them out? When the f*ck did I agree to that?
------convient flashback------
"Hey, adopted one, there's a new arcade that opened up in the mall." Damon announces, walking into the kitchen with the rest of our siblings following. "Can you take us or what?"
"A- the fact that I'm adopted means that I'm the only child we know for sure was wanted." I reply with a smirk. "B- don't you drive?"
"My license got suspended." He says nonchalantly and I stare at him for a second to make sure I heard him right. "Yes or no?"
"Sure. Day?"
"Next Sunday." He replies and I nod.
In between the sounds of sizzling breakfast, I could hear Hagen calling out to our parents.
"Dad, did you want me?!"
-----end of convient flashback------
F*ck.
"Can't do it." I mumble before rolling over and stuffing my head under my pillow.
"You promised." Hagen whines and I chuck said pillow in his direction.
"I didn't promise shit," I say into my bedsheets. "I said sure."
They all begin to groan so loudly I swore my eardrums ripped open.
"Feli." Josey drones, shaking me violently which only resulted in me quickly kicking her off of me and onto the floor.
The room is silent after her thud and I let out a breath, grateful for the numbing silence that fills the air. Almost instantly, I find myself fading back to sleep.
"Feli!"
A series of voices whine together and I swear I popped a vein at it. I sit up angrily, turning around with flaming eyes as I pull myself out of my bed.
"Fine! Fine!" I shout despite my abusive headache. "I'll take you all to the f*cking arcade! Happy?! But I swear to Goddess, if you guys make a sound on the way there, I'll crash the car and kill us all!"
They all fall silent and look at me with this stupid accomplished grin on their faces. I swear if they weren't my family I'd pull a Damon and punch them all to death.
"I guess it's true that the adopted ones are more likely to commit suicide." Damon says humorously before slinging his arm over a snickering Josey. They file out the room with laughter, Peter being the only one to bid me thanks before following after the rest of them.
I flop back down onto my bed with an exasperated sigh, praying to Goddess for the floor to eat me alive and take me to the Astral Plane or better yet, Hell.
Okay maybe not Hell. Maybe Heaven would take me. Though I doubted it, I heard they were keen on my kind.
And by my kind.
"Your parents almost had sex on me." Sammy says pressing two fingers to her temples as she stumbled into my room.
"Ew." I say shaking a little in my spot.
"You're telling me." She groans before lying down beside me on the bed. "I need ice cream. Stat."
"Jupiter's Cone?" I question and she nods ferociously.
"F*ck yes." She says rolling around until she was comfortable.
Sam and I had this really dumb tradition of binging on ice cream after hangovers. It didn't help them in the slightest, but we just kept doing it.
"I don't remember coming here last night." She mumbles.
"Do you even remember anything from last night?" I muse with a playful smirk.
"I was in a threesome." She reveals making me snort as I laugh.
"No, you weren't."
"No, I wasn't." She agrees with a sigh.
"I kissed the pavement." I say filling the silence after a moment. My hangover fading slowly as my supernatural body, which I loved very much at the moment, got to work.
"It was a nice pavement." Sam offers and I can't help but let my smile grow.
Eventually, I get out of bed and throw a hoodie and sweats to Sam to wear while I strip out of last night's clothes and find something for myself.
Once we looked less Walk of Shame and more Hopeless Romantic Hobo, we grab our stuff and left with the others.
***
"Okay, what about that one?" I question nodding discreetly to the guy who was walking by with about five shopping bags in each hand.
"A solid seven, with good style. Yeah, I'd bang." Sam says sucking on her ice cream spoon. "Three o'clock."
I turn my head calmly, my eyes landing on a tall, overly muscular guy with a glare that said 'don't touch my protein shake'.
"Hmm, the muscles are doing it for me- I won't lie." I admit as I tilt my head a little. "A good eight point five. He'd probably hatef*ck me, so yeah- I'd smash."
"Eight point five?" She questions in surprise. "I'd say more of a six- pass. Plus I bet his d*ck is tiny."
"How do you know that?" I question laughing as I dig in my cup for more caramel.
"A gym addict that beefed up- best believe his c*ck didn't grow with the muscles." Sam says with a helpless shrug and I quickly cover my lips to keep myself from spitting out my ice cream.
"What would you do if you got a mate with a small d*ck?" I question making her face wrinkle in places, her eyebrows meeting in disgust.
"Assuming I did have a mate, then I guess we'd revert to pegging." She says with a grin that made me chuckle. "And if he's really my mate, ya know, made for me, meant for me and all that cult shit, th-"
"It's not a cult." I groan with a helpless smile. Sam had the undying belief that I was part of a cult and couldn't see it.
"That's what people in cults say." She counters.
"It's a pack!" I protest helplessly but she just swats me off.
"Potato tomato. Back to real world topics, if he's really meant for me, then his d*ck wouldn't be small. It'd be just right."
"Of course it would." I say rolling my eyes.
"Don't worry Feli, your mate will be packing too." She says assuredly and my smile falters slightly.
"I don't have a mate." I say for what must've been the millionth time.
"Yes you do." She replies for probably the billionth time. "God Feli, you have a mate. There's no way someone as kind and caring as you doesn't have another half floating around out there."
"Okay, okay." I say trying to make her drop it. I knew that I was a rogue and was mateless. Arguing with Sam about that undeniable fact would not do either of us any good.
I lean back into my chair, my eyes dancing around the busy food court.
As soon as we parked the car, Damon led the group of hooligans to their beloved arcade while Sam and I came straight to the food court. Since Jupiter's Cone had the best ice cream in town, it was obvious we'd find ourselves here.
We sat at a small table next to the railing that overlooked the interior of the mall's back section which included the food court and basically everything phone related.
Luckily for me, the new arcade was within my line my vision and I would be able to see or smell if any of my siblings wandered off.
"Fresh meat." Sam says making my attention drift back her way. I lift my head and follow her eyes with interest. My eyes widen at the sight of an abnormally handsome guy who stood behind a cash register. His height towered over everyone in his vicinity, his blue eyes piercing those they fell on.
"He's hot." I admit as I study the man. "Like, Ian Somerhalder hot."
"Nine point nine nine nine nine hot." She says with a small groan that told me she found a new target.
"Ten bucks says he's good guy." I say as she stands and brushes her face clean.
"Twenty says he's not interested." She combats before smirking. "But he will be."
Without another word, she makes her way over to the counter. She doesn't bother going into the line, she just walks straight up to the register and leans over it.
The man's eyes raise to Sam with a certain dull, bored expression that just made him hotter. They chatted for a bit, Sam leading the conversation completely. Throughout it, his face remaining stoic, until finally a small smirk took hold of his lips.
Soon enough, Sam swirled on her heels and headed straight back to me. The guy's eyes following her the whole way, when she sat back down he looked at me briefly before getting back to work.
"I'd like my payment to be in one dollar bills." Sam states proudly making me laugh hysterically before we dive back into conversation.
***
"I'm not getting them." Dad says while he moves around the library, Po following him with his eyes like a needy puppy.
"Why not?" He groans in response.
"Because I said no Aiden. Now leave me alone." Dad replies with clear agitation.
"But it'll be really good and it'd look great with the tattoo." Po says hopefully. When dad ignores him, he makes a move to trap him against a bookshelf.
I wasn't spying on my parents love life- I swear. I was only here cause Damon was here; organizing the pack library was next on his to-do list. I was helping out as well. The faster we got this done, the faster I'd be back out there.
Since dad kept this place in a perfect state, it wasn't as hard as the enormous space suggested.
I tried to stay close to Damon and keep us both working diligently, but it was a bit hard when your parents were approximately two bookshelves over arguing.
"That tattoo was a drunken mistake and you know it." Dad hisses back and I could practically hear the blush in his voice.
"The best mistake since Hagen." He counters and Damon and I laugh to ourselves. We'd definetely be using this against the kid later.
"Aiden, the answer is no." Dad says firmly and for a moment I believe Aiden gave up.
And what a beautiful moment that was.
"But Jewels! If you got nipples piercings it'd be really hot!" He whines loudly making our heads turn their way.
"Aiden!" Dad hisses angrily, the ows that followed told me Dad was probably hitting him.
After that, heavy rushed footsteps filled the space before the dinging of the elevator appeared.
"Jewels!" Aiden calls desperately.
"Have fun with your hand tonight!" Dad shouts back and the elevator shuts behind him.
Damon and I carefully peak our head out of our column to look over at our now pouting father. He rose his right hand up and stared at it for a moment in sadness.
"Guess it's just you and me again buddy." He says with a weak smile that breaks Damon completely as he begins laughing hysterically.
Po's eyes immediately pop up to look at the two of us, a rare blush taking his cheeks as he ducked his hand behind him.
But the damage was already done and Damon's laughter wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"Seriously old man, you're pathetic." Damon laughed out after a minute or so.
"Says the kid who thinks Santa Claus is real." Aiden spits back and Damon immediately straightens.
"Prove to me that's he's not and then we'll talk." Damon countered strongly and I just roll my eyes at the pair.
"Keep bothering me kid, and I'll make Peter the next alpha." Dad threatens and Peter immediately looks up from his corner on the floor with a scared look.