CHAPTER TWENTY
1668 Words
CHAPTER TWENTY
Anna’s POV
Life officially hated me.
Not in a poetic way.
Not in a “the universe tests its strongest soldiers” way.
No.
Life hated me personally.
I dragged myself home looking like a kidnapped victim that had escaped halfway through transportation. My arms were loaded with History and Martial Arts books while emotional damage sat proudly on my shoulders.
Stella and Emma had already disappeared because of some pack emergency, leaving me to suffer alone like the main character in a low-budget tragedy movie.
The second I stepped into the house, the smell of food hit me.
Mom was in the kitchen cutting vegetables while Freya sat upside down on the couch reading one of her weird romance novels.
How she could read upside down without becoming blind needed scientific investigation.
“Hi, Mom.” I kissed her cheek tiredly.
Mom smiled warmly. “Hi, baby. How was school?”
“Perfect.”
The lie rolled out so smoothly even I almost believed it.
Inside?
Inside I was one inconvenience away from becoming a full-time villain.
Perfect my foot. It was a disaster
“That’s good,” Mom said proudly. “I knew today would go well.”
Yeah.
Got myself a ticket to an early death.
“What are you making?”
“Salad and vegetables.”
“Mmm.” I nodded seriously. “Ah yes. Leaves.”
Mom laughed softly. “Go freshen up.”
I nodded and headed upstairs.
Freya slowly lowered her book and stared at me.
“Wow,” she said. “You look like somebody reversed over you with a truck.”
“Hi to you too.”
Her eyes narrowed immediately at the books in my hands.
“Ohhh.” She gasped dramatically. “Punishment. Academic suffering. Was it because of a boy?”
I glared.
She gasped louder. “IT WAS BECAUSE OF A BOY.”
“Goodnight.”
“It’s literally afternoon.”
I ignored her and marched toward my room before she could start acting like an FBI agent again.
Maybe I should ask her questions about how she got her wolf.
Then again… maybe not.
“Did you get caught having s*x?” Freya shouted behind me.
“Mom!” I yelled.
“Freya, leave your sister alone!” Mom shouted from the kitchen.
“I didn’t even do anything!” Freya defended dramatically.
I walked into my room and shut the door behind me.
This just keeps getting worse. Whatever made me agree to that stupid deal.
The second the door clicked shut, I dropped the books and collapsed face-first onto my bed.
“Bury me,” I groaned into the pillow.
This stupid deal was ruining my life.
My room was darker than usual.
The curtains were still closed from this morning.
I pushed myself up with a sigh and walked toward the window.
Then suddenly—
I tripped over something hard.
Before I could scream properly, strong arms grabbed me and slammed me against a chest.
“AHHH—”
A hand instantly covered my mouth.
“The f**k?” a familiar voice hissed. “What are you, a dog? You yell like a damn fox,” he scolded.
My eyes widened.
Evan.
Evan freaking Scott.
In my room.
Again.
I bit his hand.
“Jesus—” He jerked back. “You little psycho!”
“What the hell are you doing in my room?!” I yelled.
By now my eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
His black hair was messy, probably from hiding in my room like an actual criminal, and his green eyes glittered with annoyance.
“You scream too much.”
“You break into bedrooms too much!”
“Fair point.”
I blinked.
Did he just casually admit that?
“Get out!” I shoved his chest. “This isn’t a hotel!”
He didn’t move.
Instead his eyes slowly dragged over my face before he smirked lazily.
“You look like a bird angry.”
I almost choked.
What kind of illegal response was that?!
“I swear if you don’t leave right now—”
“You’ll do what?”
His voice dropped lower as he stepped closer.
“Shout?” he asked with amusement flashing in his eyes. “Go ahead, kitten. You know I don’t care.”
I glared at him because the worst part was… he meant it.
He really didn’t care.
God, if I had powers right now, I would stuff his stupid handsome face into a jar.
A knock suddenly sounded at the door.
“Anna?” Mom called. “Are you alright?”
Both of us froze.
My soul immediately left my body.
Evan looked completely relaxed.
The psychopath.
“Yes!” I shouted too quickly.
Mom paused outside. “You sure?”
“No!” I panicked. “I mean— yes. Yes, I’m fine.”
Beside me, Evan looked seconds away from laughing.
I wanted to kill him.
Slowly.
Then Freya’s voice appeared.
“I heard screaming.”
Oh God.
Not the werewolf bloodhound.
Evan leaned closer lazily. “Your family is intense.”
I glared murderously.
“Shut up.”
“Anna,” Freya warned dramatically from outside the door, “if you’re hiding a dead body, I just want you to know I support women’s rights and women’s wrongs.”
I nearly screamed again.
Then I heard the doorknob move.
Oh crap.
Without thinking, I grabbed Evan by the shirt and shoved him toward the bed.
“What the hell—”
“Get under there and don’t breathe!” I whisper-yelled.
“For the record, this is humiliating.”
“Get under the damn bed!”
For once, Evan actually listened.
The door opened two seconds later.
And there stood Mom and Freya.
Mom looked worried.
Freya looked excited.
Which was honestly more dangerous.
Mom rushed over immediately. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
I nodded quickly and sat on the bed casually like I wasn’t hiding a six-foot dangerous psychopath underneath it.
“I’m fine.”
Freya narrowed her eyes suspiciously. of course she will notice she always do.
“You look sweaty.”
“I have anxiety.”
“That’s fair.”
Mom touched my forehead gently. “Are you sure you didn’t hurt yourself?”
“I just hit my leg earlier.”
Under the bed, something suddenly moved.
My heart nearly exploded.
oh no.
Freya’s eyes narrowed instantly.
“What was that?”
I laughed.
Too loudly.
“Haha! Nothing!”
Freya blinked slowly. “That sounded very guilty. And when you're guilty Anna that means something is going on.”
Mom looked confused. “Anna, why are you acting strange?”
Because there was a mafia-level hot werewolf under my bed breathing oxygen in my bedroom.
But unfortunately I couldn’t say that.
“I’m not acting strange. And don't say nonsense.” I glared at Freya.
Under the bed, Evan suddenly grabbed my ankle.
My entire soul ascended.
I jerked violently.
Mom gasped. “See?! Your leg is hurting!”
“Yes!” I said immediately. “Pain. So much pain.”
Under the bed, I felt Evan shaking silently with laughter.
I hated him. I wish I could kill him.
Freya suddenly sniffed the air.
Then her eyes narrowed.
“Wait.”
Oh no.
“There’s another scent in here.”
Damn werewolf senses.
I immediately pointed accusingly at her. “Mom, Freya is sniffing my room again.”
“I am NOT sniffing your room,” Freya defended. “I’m investigating.”
“Mom Freya is investigating my room.,” I snapped.
“Freya stop." mom said.
Freya crossed her arms. “Why does your room smell like a guy?”
My heart stopped.
Mom blinked. “A guy?”
“No!” I shouted immediately. “It smells like sadness and homework because I’m a student!”
Freya stared at me.
Then slowly… very slowly… a grin spread across her face.
“Oh my God.”
No.
“Oh my God,” she repeated louder. “YOU HAVE A BOY IN HERE!”
“WHAT?!” Mom gasped.
Panic exploded inside me.
“There’s nobody here!”
Freya pointed dramatically at the bed. “Then why are you guarding it like treasure?!”
Because a whole Evan Scott was under it.
Before I could think of another lie, Evan suddenly slid out from under the bed.
The room went silent.
Freya screamed first.
Mom nearly dropped the bowl she was holding.
And Evan?
This i***t casually fixed his shirt, brushed dust off his shoulder, then looked at my mother politely.
“Good evening, ma’am.”
I wanted death immediately.
Freya looked between us so fast her neck probably suffered damage.
“ANNA?”
“I CAN EXPLAIN!”
Mom pointed at Evan in complete shock. “Why is there a boy under your bed?!”
Evan looked calm.
Too calm.
“She pushed me there.”
I WHIPPED my head toward him.
“You traitor!”
“You threatened me.”
“You broke into my room!”
“Technically,” Evan said thoughtfully, “your window was unlocked.”
“That does NOT make it better!”
Freya was losing her mind.
“Oh my God this is the best day of my life.”
“Freya!” Mom snapped.
“What?!” she defended. “There’s literally a teenage boy crawling out from under her bed like a Netflix scandal! kid sis I'm proud of you”
I covered my face with my hands.
Maybe if I stayed still enough, death would take me peacefully.
Mom stared at Evan carefully now.
Then recognition flashed across her face.
“Wait…” she said slowly. “You’re Evan Scott.”
Oh no.
Evan smiled slightly. “That would be me.”
Freya’s eyes widened dramatically.
“THE Evan Scott?”
I officially wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.
Immediately.
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