Under The Blue Moon

Chapter 2. The Drink Up

Josh

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Today was a cold, dark, and rainy day. Would have been perfect for a run through the forest to release my inner beast. Instead, I was waiting for class to start with Chase, who was continuously chatting my ear off about the party he had spent all of last night planning. Everything from the drinks to the place it was being held. I could tell he was excited about this. To be honest, I wasn't exactly over the moon about it. He had invited almost everyone from Davandale University. Yes, that meant even humans, too.

"Are you listening? Chase said as he playfully nudged me on the shoulder.

"What? I replied, nudging him tenfold.

"You... would get a girlfriend faster if you actually listened for once," Chase whispered, rubbing his arm as he winced in pain.

"I heard, and I don't need a girlfriend leaching off of me," I replied back, running my fingers through my wet hair. I've slept with many girls in the past, but as soon as they confessed their love for me, I dropped them faster than lightening. It was too problematic to have someone leaching off of me. Humans are way too insecure and needy, and I find shewolves far too aggressive. It sounds jerky for sure, but I did warn them beforehand that it was just casual s*x and nothing more. I am picky when it comes to females, but let me tell you what makes me feel weak, the shy girls, the ones that are too shy to speak but aren't too shy in bed . Thinking back to yesterday, meeting Jennie was unexpected. What was she doing here? Is she going to start making my life hell again like she did back then? - as the thought kept running through my mind, my phone began to vibrate, taking me by surprise. I took out my phone from the side pocket of my black denim jeans and answered without seeing who was calling.

"How is it going at Uni, josh?" answered a low, crackling voice. Sh#t, I haven't spoken to my parents in a few days. Of course, dad was only ringing to see if I'd wanted to come back and take over the clan leader position. He wasn't at all interested in what I was studying.

I took in a deep breath. "Great," I replied back.

"Have you changed your mind about my offer? dad asked impatiently.

"I'm not ready to become clan leader yet, I don’t want that kind of responsibility," I replied, leaning back into the wooden bench seat.

"Well, you know.... I don't have much time left..... and neither does mum, and when I pass this clan is going to go into shambles without a leader" he explained, I could feel the sheer desperation in his voice, but I didn't care, I don't want that responsibility of leading the pack.

"Please, son," dad pleaded again. I was already over the conversation before it even started, and I didn’t know how else to reply to make dad understand my thoughts. Mum understands me with full support, but dad is a different kettle of fish. He was tough and didn't like taking no for an answer.

Chase leaned over, trying to evesdrop into the conversation. "Give me another six months, and I'll be graduating. Only then will I consider becoming the clan leader." I stated before hanging up the phone and letting out a deep sigh.

"Are you really going to take over the clan? Chase asked, pulling his head away. I knew the responsibilities of becoming a clan leader meant, but Chase was not aware of them. I left the conversation and didn't reply to him. He instantly knew not to keep asking about it as he was well aware of my hot temper. I tried to relax before continuing with the day, the sheer thought of going back to lead the clan had me in anxiety.

Hope

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Sasha and I have been looking for an outfit for tonight's party since yesterday afternoon when she suddenly dragged me off. This is the fourth clothing boutique we've gone to now, and I'm getting tired and feeling agitated. I watched on as Sasha was rummaging through the clothing racks like a wild cat, trying to find an outfit for me to wear. She insisted that I wear what she picked and I was scared. She isn't the type to be conscious of what she wears.

"PERFECT," Sasha yelled out in joy. She swirled around to face me, bringing forward a lacy black dress that came down mid thigh paired with a white denim jacket.

"You've got to be kidding me," I replied back, pushing away the dress and jacket.

"I'm sorry, but you will not be attending the party with your baggy oversized clothes. You will look beautiful in this, and it will definitely hug your sexy hourglass figure that I know you have and that I know you're hiding under all that," she replied, nodding her head and pointing her index finger at my clothes.

I quickly grabbed the dress and denim jacket from Sasha's hands, and without another word, I paid for the clothes and walked out of the boutique. If I didn't accept this, she would keep going till she found another, and I'm too tired to keep waiting and trying on any more than I already have. Sasha came running after, as I realised I had been walking too fast for her to keep up. She definitely looked proud of herself, which made me smile for just a moment. Coming to the realization, I hadn't noticed till now that it had started raining. That was because we were inside for what felt like hours. Sasha had already called her mum to come pick us up and take us back to her place, so we decided to wait underneath a bus stop till she came to pick us up.

Josh

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The boys and I were working on one of Mr Franks' classic 1953 Triumphs. Frank loved his classics and all things vintage. He would sometimes bring them in for us to work on. Which I didn't mind because I loved it. Frank had ducked out of the workshop for a sneaky cigarette.

"You ready to get completely wasted tonight? asked James.

Chase had managed to convince James to use his house for the party tonight. James's parents were away on holiday, so he easily agreed. I was unaware that he had asked James until this morning when he spoke about it.

"Yeah man" I spouted. Of course, I wasn't really. But its good to get loose sometimes, given that I've been pretty anxious as of late, so I guess it wouldn't hurt.

"I heard Zoe and Xena are coming tonight, Those Identical Twins love getting filthy drunk". James announced with a dirty wink. I let out a deep chuckle as I knew he liked Zoe, but she had already turned him down five times now. He had no chance of getting with her but Xena might. Scoring both of them at the same time would be every man's dream. Yeah, I thought about it too. I mean they were hot, and had the perfect figure of every woman's dreams.

"You could try, but I don't think it'll happen." Dan butted in with a laugh.

(2 hours later)

Realizing the time, I decided to take a hot shower back at the apartment I was renting nearby the Uni with Chase. As the hot water ran down my back, I recalled dad's conversation from earlier. I felt a rise in anger, but also sadness at the same time. I clenched my fists and hit the tiles on the shower wall, causing them to c***k. I felt angry that I'd have to go back to take on being a clan leader and give up on what I was trying to accomplish for myself, but I also felt sad that I know he doesn't have much time left and I'm the only one capable of taking over his role, well besides Cole who is dad's older brother, but we want to avoid that from happening. Cole is a jerk and will completely destroy what my dad has accomplished for our clan. Not only that, if mum were to keep living after dad passed, she would be kicked out of the clan immediately, leaving her homeless in her current condition. I felt so conflicted. A loud knock on the bathroom door pulled me from my worries.

"It's my turn, hurry up and get out" yelled Chase from the other side of the closed door. I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my waist, the water still dripping from my hair down to my bare chest. I opened the door and walked straight to my room without exchanging words. I grabbed the first thing I saw from the open closet and got dressed. I wore a tight black shirt that showed every muscle I had, and dark blue denim jeans paired with a white pair of sneakers. Sitting back down onto my bed, I ran my fingers through my freshly washed hair. I cracked open a drink that I had prepared and sculled without another thought. Let the night begin.