by Lili Lam
Watching Tristan run across the field had to be, by far, the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I was afraid to look down at my lap, I'm pretty sure my pants have a huge drool spot on them. Luke and Andre are goalies, while Tristan and Troy battle it out on the field. Yea, yea, I know we're nuts for making them come out here at eleven at night, but it was totally necessary.
What else were we supposed to do? Anya and I came up with the plan while rinsing off our faces in the bathroom. Can't very well have our mate and our friend going at it every single time they see one another. They needed to get along, considering they're going to be Alphas and Betas.
"We have to do something." Anya huffed in frustration, I felt the same exact way. "We can't go on with them at each other's throats like this."
It's like a little light bulb went off in my head. "I know, we should make them have a soccer rematch but just between them."
Anya looked at me like I just conquered world hunger. "That's the greatest idea, ever." She drawled out. "If we leave now we'll have time for a quick game!"
Little did I know she wanted them to have the rematch right now. I meant we could set up a date during the daylight in the near future for them. But, no impatient Anya wanted to get it done and over with. So, that's why we're sitting on the bench at the field which is thankfully lit up by bright lights watching four shirtless guys sweat it out.
Aaahh and a sight it was to see, the score is currently 4-2, Tristan's up. The look of concentration and determination on his face when he runs is enough to make my heart speed up, sexy.
"C'mon guys there's five minutes left in the game before we have to get home!" Anya screamed as she stood from the bench looking down at her watch. "Make it count."
At hearing how little time was left, it seemed as though something clicked inside Troy. He was moving a lot faster then he was a couple minutes ago. Tristan had the ball and was using some mighty fancy footwork to maneuver it towards the goal where Andre was tending.
Troy ran up alongside Tristan and managed to steal the ball from him. He turned and dashed to the other end of the field where Luke was standing. Kicking the ball with full force up towards the left, Luke barely missed it with his fingertips. Troy and Andre cheered in celebration as he made the goal 4-3.
"Time!" Anya shouted loudly while waving her hands in the air to the guys. Surprisingly all the guys shook hands and it was a game well played. I expected there to be bloodshed and lots of violence since there aren't any real refs here to maintain control over the game. Guess Anya's threats really scared them.
’Hmm, I wonder what the hell happened between the four of them when we went upstairs? Did alien clones of their former selves replace them? Why all of a sudden are they getting along? Strange, very strange,’ I thought as I just shrugged it off and assumed they finally came to their senses.
"Congrats." Anya and I said to Luke and Tristan as we made our way onto the field. We aren't too keen on giving them hugs right now, their bodies are dripping with perspiration.
I'm pretty sure they’re not smelling too fresh either, nor do I want to test out that theory. They both turned to us and grinned, "Thanks." A sneaky smile came over both of their faces all of a sudden as they glanced at one another out the corner of their eyes and nodded their heads.
Before Anya and I could even spin around to run, we were grabbed into a bear hug. "Eww!" We both shrieked at the same time as we tried to wither free.
"So girls, what's the plan for next weekend?" Troy asked jogging over to us while wiping all his sweat off with his t-shirt. Andre stood by his side.
"We told you it's a surprise Troy, so stop pestering!" Anya joked with a giggle. "We'll text you on Friday so you'll know." Troy didn’t push any further, so we assumed our answer was sufficient enough. I did however, feel Tristan's arms tighten around me at the mention of us having plans with Troy.
"You guys played a great game." I grinned at Troy, I was still in Tristan's arms like a rag doll. "Put me down, please?" I asked glancing over my shoulder at him with make pretend puppy dog eyes. Tristan put me onto the ground, but kept his arms wrapped around my waist. He placed his chin on my shoulder hugging me from behind. It's like he doesn't want me to stray too far away.
"Yea, awesome game Evans." Troy said tilting his head in recognition. "Totally gave me a run for my money out there. Can't wait until our teams play this season." See he's not such a bad guy, there has to be a total misunderstanding between them. Troy couldn't be faking the entire four years at camp, could he?
"Thanks, yea can't wait." Tristan answered huskily. "We should get going, you have curfew soon." He reminded me of the time. Stepping away from Tristan and Luke, Anya and I went over to give Troy a hug goodbye. I know it was difficult for the guys to witness, but hey they're going to have to get used to it!
"Thanks for checking up on us Troy-Boy." I teased, calling him the nickname I made up for him at camp. "And thanks for playing nice." I whispered in his ear as he pulled me in for a hug.
"Anytime Lisey-Piecey." He murmured hugging me back, then he leaned over and did the same to Anya.
"Nice meeting you Andre." Anya and I both waved at him. We don't really know the guy so there's no reason why we should give him a hug.
"Same here." Andre answered with a friendly smile. He didn't seem so bad either.
I went to say something else to Troy, but he cut me off before I had the chance. "I know, I know, text you when I get home safe." He winked as he walked towards the parking lot with Andre. Punk, that's what I thought! He knows we have this thing that whenever he's out, he always texts me to let me know he got home safe. This way I don't worry about him, I do the same thing to Anya also.
"Ready to go?" Tristan asked taking my hand into his and leading us towards his truck. I could feel some tension from him, he doesn't look too happy for someone who just won the game. Peeping over at Anya she shrugged her shoulders at me. Seems like Luke is in the same mood as Tristan.
The ride home was relatively quiet, the only noise in the car was the humming of the music on the radio. It was difficult for me to focus on anything else besides a shirtless Tristan sitting next to me. His shorts were hanging dangerously low as I got a peek at the waistband of his black boxers that were exposed.
He was still holding my hand over the center console, but something seemed off about the way he was eerily quiet. We pulled up to our houses the guys walked us up to my doorway. Anya and Luke went inside, probably to raid the kitchen.
"Is something wrong?" I asked turning around to face Tristan as we stayed back on the porch. My parents still weren't home yet. They probably went to dinner and then a late movie. I wanted to know what was bothering him because it was eating away at my insides slowly. I'm good at dishing out the silent treatment, but I suck when it comes to taking it.
Tristan just shrugged it off like it wasn't anything, but I could tell from the blank look in his eyes that something was bothering him. "Come over around eleven for the pack meeting ok?" His voice was distant. Does he even still want me to be there? Why is he acting this way?
"You sure you still want me there?" I couldn't help but ask as my thoughts slipped sarcastically from my lips.
The area around his eyes tightened as his forehead creased in anger. "Of course I want you to be there, why would you ask something like that?" He looked hurt at the fact that the thought even crossed my mind.
Shrugging my shoulders in an 'I don't know gesture', "I don't know you just seem angry." I mumbled quietly, looking down I took a sudden interest in my chucks.
He cupped my face with his large hands and forced me to look into his eyes. "I'm not angry at you Lise, I just...really hate other guys touching you. I'll get over it." He promised kissing me on the forehead.
I guess I can totally see where he's coming from, I need to put myself in his shoes. Knowing damn well that I wouldn't appreciate him hugging up on another female, I know I needed to admit when I am wrong. Leaning up on my tippy-toes as Tristan watc
hed me with curiosity I brushed my lips against his. "Sorry, I'll try to tone it down."
"Don't apologize." He responded with a reassuring squeeze. "I'll work on trying not to be so jealous all the time." Tristan winked with a small smile as he pecked me on the lips once more before leaving to go to his place with Luke.
The next morning was ultimate chaos as I rummaged through my closet for something acceptable to wear. What in the heck does one wear to a pack meeting? Am I supposed to get dressed up...casual...semi-casual? Argh!!
"Anya!" I screeched at the top of my lungs from inside my walk-in closet. I was sitting on the ground buried in a pile of rubble, otherwise known as my clothes. This witch is already dressed and ready to go. Acting as though it was just another normal day in the neighborhood. How can she be so nonchalant about everything? She’s wearing a pair of jeans, a white button up shirt, with a black tank underneath, and some black high heeled pumps. So simple, yet so classy.
"Seriously?" Her laugh came out from the doorway. "What're you preparing for the semi finals of the Miss Teen USA pageant?"
Giving her a dirty look with narrowed eyes, I scrunched my face up in anger. "Help me find something, please?" I practically begged. Normally I would just throw on anything, but today was not just any normal day. It’s the first pack meeting, which I'm sure meant everybody and anybody would be there.
Stepping into the closet she began picking at the pile that consumed me. "Get out of here, go do your make up." She ordered as she began folding and hanging up the clothes. Listening to her command, I went out to my vanity mirror and did my make up. After a few minutes, Anya emerged from the closet.
"Here you go." She simply stated holding out a pair of dark blue jeans, my sparkly silver top, and a pair of silver patent leather heels. An outfit I'd never be able to come up with on my own.
"Thanks you're a life saver." I smiled while sweeping her up into a hug. I owe her my life, it’s dressy, yet not too dressy.
Blowing out a breath of stress, I raised my hand to ring the doorbell. Anya and I were standing on Tristan's doorstep. Mom is working today and Dad is out golfing with his buddies, typical Sunday at the Foster residence.
Nervousness racked my body, today I'll be introduced to the pack as Tristan's mate and Anya as Luke's. Why is Anya so freaking calm, isn't she the least bit worried about what will occur at this meeting? What if they start a riot because we're humans?
Second thoughts began to flow through my mind, causing me to doubt myself. ‘Maybe this isn't such a good idea’ I thought, wanting to turn around and run back home.
Before I even got the chance to act on it the front door swung wide open, and Tristan and Luke greeted us. "Hey." Anya smiled, stepping inside like she owns the place. I was standing behind her timidly, using her as a human shield.
She leaned over and kissed Luke, who immediately took her hand and led her towards the kitchen. I heard him saying he wanted to introduce her to some people. I on the other hand was still standing on the front stoop, "Plan on coming in or you want to stay out here?" Tristan teased grabbing a hold of my hands and tugging me inside.
"I think I'll be better off out here." I mumbled under my breath, not wanting to face anyone. Anti-social much, yes I am.
"Don't worry, I'm sure everyone will adore you." He stood there in front of me rubbing his hands up and down my exposed arms trying to comfort me, but it wasn't helping. "Just as much as I do." Leading me into the family room I instantly noticed almost half the senior class there along with a bunch of older people, parents I'm assuming. "Be right back." Tristan leaned down whispering into my ear. "Dad's calling me."
Ever get the feeling like you're being stared at and not in the good way? Well, that’s currently me, as I stood uncomfortably in the doorway rocking on the balls of my feet. My eyes zoned in on Jewel, Lana and their usual puppets off to one side of the room, glaring at me hatefully and no doubt conspiring their next evil plan against me.
Ugh, where's Anya when I need her? For crying out loud I'd take Max, Jordan, Gabe, or Sam...hell I'd even take Axel...somebody...anybody! A smug smile spread across Jewel's lips as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and began making her way over to me, like a hunter seeking it's next kill.
Chapter 23: Pack Meeting
