Going Against the Alpha

Chapter 9 -It's the Freakin Weekend

Claudette’s POV

“Claudette, what are you still doing in bed? Get up. We have to leave in 20 minutes.” Go away, Kamila! It is Saturday. I do not have any plans this early in the morning. Claudette, it is 11:15 am. We have to meet our mother at noon. You know she doesn’t like when we keep her waiting. 

Ughh…. Fine, I’m up, but I do not understand why I need to be up so early when it takes less than a minute to get to the packhouse. “Seriously, you need to start writing stuff down on a calendar or something. We are meeting mom in town to go shopping for the upcoming events this week.”

 Damn it, Kamila, why are you just now reminding me of this?” I run straight into the shower. Take the quickest shower of my life. I decided since I will be trying clothes on most of the day, I’ll wear something comfy. Black leggings with a cut off maroon color hoodie and black tennis shoes. I throw my hair up in a messy wet bun, apply a little bit of foundation to my face, and I’m ready. 

I rush down the stairs, grab a banana, bottle of water, and a pop tart. I chuckle. “Let’s go, slowpoke! Don’t want to keep mom dearest waiting.” Kamila, do you mind driving so I can eat. Kamila is looking at me, amused with a big grin on her face. “No problem, Claudette, I go you.” Whatever, weirdo. 

Then it hits me why she is so amused. How the hell am I supposed to get in the car. I forgot how I parked the car yesterday. No big deal, you can be my chauffeur for the day. I climb into the backseat of the vehicle on the driver's side. I am shouting out orders while giggling.

Claudette, I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me. Okay? Why did you bring up the dates with other alphas and betas last night? I currently have my mouth full of pop tart and banana. So I try to mumble out my answer, but Kamila stops me. 

“Claudette, do not try to answer me with your mouth full that is gross. Also, I can not understand a word that is coming out of your mouth.” I quickly finish my food and swallow down some water. Alright, I’m done eating. I brought it up only because I saw Denver's reaction when he heard our father talking to you the way he was last night.

 The rage he showed told me everything. He is your mate. If he showed that much anger at your father, what would happen if he knew you went out with the other alphas and betas. He would have been pissed. Not to mention he would be more pissed because he told you that you were his mate. You would be blatantly disrespecting him. 

He could have rejected you. Kamila, I know how much you have been looking forward to finding your mate. You have been talking about it for the last year, like nonstop. I wasn’t going to let our parents ruin that for you. I did not bring it up to try to hurt. I was only trying to protect you.

“Claudette, but now you have to go through going on all those dates by yourself. I could have explained it to Denver. I could have at least tried to make him understand.” I look at Kamila and shake my head no. It is okay. I’m going to try to talk to mom today. 

Maybe instead of going on individual dates perhaps we could do one big dinner or something before our party. This would be better anyway to keep from potentially making my mate mad. I roll my eyes and mumble under my breath if he is even one of these people mom and dad brought here. I need to keep thinking about how I will spin this so that they will change their minds. I start to drift off in my thoughts as the car comes to a stop outside a cute little boutique.   

  We walk in to see our mother is already here. It looks like she is already putting the salespeople to work. She’s sitting down on a chair near the dressing rooms with a glass of wine in her hand. One of the sales girls is holding up a dress for her to approve before sending them to a fitting room. 

Another girl is bringing out shoes for her to look at. She’s so busy giving out orders; she hasn’t even noticed that we are here. I stop and sit on the arm of the chair. Hey Mom! We are here right on time. She looks at both of us like she is not amused. It is like our mere existence is bothering her. No, hello, how was the drive, nothing. Just points to the dressing room on the left, saying, “Claudette, that dressing room is for you, and Kamila, the one on the right is for you.”

As soon as I walk into the dressing room, I notice bright colors and floral dresses. UGHHH….. This is not my style at all. I like darker colors. I do not want to wear something that makes me feel like I’m begging for attention or something that makes me look like a highlighter. I look in the mirror before trying anything on to give myself a pep talk. It is not a big deal. Just try it on. 

Remember, you need her in a good mood to get out of these dates. I sigh a little and put on the first one. It is a neon pink long sleeve dress that goes midway down my calf with a split on the side. Hmm, this would be really cute if it was not this color.  I do a couple of turns in the mirror before going out to show my mother.