Scott:

“Well, he’s going to have to find out how to.” I heard Abigail says from behind the door. I heard her feet coming forward behind the door, but before she could see if I was eavesdropping, I ran towards the door and went outside.

I didn’t know how I felt; she didn’t want to be here with me? She wants to leave and go live with her abusive dad? Is this her way of rejecting me? I leaned on the railing of the porch and gripped down on it, angry again. Why is she being stubborn?

The thought of her not wanting to be here pissed me off more than I thought. No, I’m not letting her go back there. I don’t care if she likes it or not, she’s not going back. Just getting madder, I jumped off the porch and landed on the ground on all fours and shifted into my wolf, my boxers ripping in the process, and I ran into the woods. I was feeling uncomfortable, meaning he wanted to get out.

If I have to keep Abigail locked up in the room she's in, I will. I refuse to let her go. Not because she’s my mate, but because no one should live like that. Sure, my dad is a little hard, but he’s my dad and dads do that with boys. He treats Lena like she’s some little princess. And at least I know he loves all of us.

Abigail’s dad made it clear he hates Abigail. He has no love for her. Why would she want to go back to the man that’s hurting her? Abigail’s never going back there. But crap, she has her stuff there. She needs that stuff for school. Stopping, I turned towards the direction of Abigail’s house. I’m not letting her go back there.

I came up to her house in easily five minutes and I changed back into my human formed. I walked over to the tree to her bedroom window.

Of course I just couldn’t go up to the door and ask her mom for Abigail’s backpack. One, I’m stark naked. And second, that’s just a laughable thought. I climbed up the tree and moved onto the thick branch. I put my hands on the window and looked to see if it was un-locked. It was. Pressing my fingers against the window firmly, I hauled the window up. Another good thing about being a wolf is you have good strength. The window opened enough for me to slip my hands under and I raised the window more.

I slipped in through the window and looked around Abigail’s room. I'd seen her room before, but never been inside. It feels depressing. She didn't have much in it; a normal twin size bed, a tall dresser, a normal size TV, and a few cloths lying here and there. The walls were plan white, nothing special. I looked around for her backpack, but I didn’t see if. Crap, I muttered to myself.

Clearing my head, I listened to the sounds around the house. I heard only one source of breathing and it sounded like a female. I walked over to the door quietly and opened the door. The hall was a normal wooden floors and white walls. I stepped out, but winced and made a face when the floor squeaked. Softly as I could, I continued on my way until I was over at the steps and cursed when the steps were even louder, but I heard Abigail’s mother snoring to be the same, so if all this squeaking isn’t waking her up, I should be fine.

When I got to the button of the stairs, I was taken back to see Abigail’s father lying on the couch. He was shirtless and I saw the gauze around where I bite him no more than a couple of hours ago. A small glass cup and a bottle of vodka was on the coffee table and his left arm and leg where dangling over the edge of the couch. Dude's probably so drunk; he’s probably in a deep sleep.

I looked around and saw Abigail’s backpack on the other side of the couch. Of course, I sarcastically thought. Like a ninja, I crept over on the other side and bent down, and picked up the backpack. But my own stupidity made me hit the table and a glass wine cup slip off since it was far out on the edge, but thanks to my reflexes, I quickly grabbed it before it could smash.

For one, it would be totally weird to wake up to find a naked teenager boy in your house and second, Will would be more pissed if he found out it was me. The guy that was just kissing his daughter yesterday. I went back upstairs to just grab some random outfit. I threw on some normal blue jeans and a I <3 NY t-shirt. Knowing she’d probably flip when I tell her that I searched her underwear and bra drawer.

Does it make me a pervert if I’m just looking threw them? Probably.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I heard loud and clear from outside Abigail’s bedroom. It was the sounds of something coming upstairs. Her dad woke up and I heard his groaning. I grabbed a pair of Abigail’s underwear and bra, throwing them in the bag and threw her backpack out the window.

“Abigail?” I heard from the other side of the door and the door knob turned.

“Crap.”, I whispered and jumped out the window right when the door opened, landing on the ground like a cat. I stayed on the ground and I turned into my brown wolf. I picked up Abigail’s backpack with my mouth and made it back to my house.

Abigail:

“Say Abigail,” I said to Tyler and all he did was giggle. “Come on, Tyler, I know you can say Abigail. Maybe Abby?” I suggested.

He stared at me with his mouth opened. I waved for him to go on and he smiled, his the few teeth he has showing, “Bee!”

My shoulders slugged, “Well, close enough.” I said. I have been teaching Tyler how to talk the past month, but just as babies do, they say things how they want.

“Bee! Bee! Bee!” he excitedly said, clapping his knees.

I got up from the bed and placed him on my hip, “No, Abby. Come on, say it with me. Ab-by!’

“Addie,” he said.

“No, Abby,” I said.

“Assy?”

I broke out in laughter and kissed his forehead, "No, Bee.”

“Bee! Bee! Bee!” he yelled and I ‘shh’ to him, trying to control my laughter.

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Aww, you gave me a kiss.” I said and he nodded, giving me another one. My door opened and Haley came in with a towel…holding my backpack?

“Is that my book bag?”

She nodded, “Yeah, Skyler and I went over to your house and got It.” she said.

Giving her a confused look, I continued my questioning, “My mom just handed it over?”

“Yeah,” she said and I knew she was lying. “Look, no questions about how we got it. We got it and there an outfit in there. Go take a nice warm shower. There are tooth brushes in the drawer where the sink is for guests.” she said, holding the towel out and put down my book bag. She must come here a lot then if she knows where everything is like how she’s talking.

She smiled excitedly, “Make it quick, though. I’m totally doing your hair.” she said, taking a strain of my hair.

“Uh, okay.” I said, preferring her to do my hair. I took the towel from her, “Thanks.” She smiled at Tyler and held her hands.

I handed him over to her, “Come on, cutie; let’s go get your something to eat.” He started patting at her chin and tried to stick his fingers in her mouth, but she moved his hands, “Hey, stop that.” He started fussing, then crying. She started to panic, “Oh my god, what am I doing? Did I hurt him or something? Oh my god, I’m going to be a horrible mother.” she said.

“Try blowing against his cheek, like how you would on his stomach, but his cheek.” I said and she looked at me confused, but did as I said. He stopped crying and started giggling, pushing her head away.

“See, now he likes you.” I said, ruffling his hair. She just smiled and turned around, blowing against his cheeks. I sat back down on the bed, feeling a little lost now. I looked at the clock; I got an hour left before I have to go to school. It was weird how around here everyone so friendly with each other and so much…of a family. It’s kind of scary. I know that I can’t get used to it though cause nothing ever last.

I got up and went to the bathroom I'd been using since I got here. This house has like three bathrooms. I walked into the bathroom and still couldn’t believe it was the size of my bedroom! I mean, who has a bathroom the size of a bedroom? I started the shower and got in. Since I was never allowed to take long showers, I got one easily in ten minutes. I got out and wrapped the towel around me. I opened the drawer and grabbed a new tooth brush and took it out of its box.

I brushed my teeth and walked over to the door, popping my head out to see if anything was in the hall. Nope. I stepped out of the bathroom and quickly walked towards the room I was in, but when I was half way there, of course my luck had to betray me because Scott stepped out of a room that must be his and I bumped right into him. From what I could see, he was wearing normal jeans and a gray V-neck shirt that like his others, clung to him and showed a little of his chest. Jeez, he’s sexy.

Ugh, stop it, Abigail! I coldly thought.

“Whoa, hey,” he said, chuckling, putting his hands on my shoulder to keep me from slipping. My cheeks heated up and I couldn’t look up at him because I was totally embarrassed.

“Though I would love to see what’s under that, I don’t want people seeing you like this.” he said.

My head snapped up and I glared at him, “You keep annoying me, I’m going to stop talking again.”

“Then I’ll stop kissing you,” he said, walking around me and my eyes followed him. He leaned down to my ears. “And we both know how much you love that.” he said, making my neck and cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he continued on his way.

I continued on my way to my room, feeling awkward more now and into my room. I was taken back to see Victoria was in there, holding a shirt and my jeans in her hands. They looked like she cut them up.

“What did you do to my clothes?” I asked, walking up to her.

She smiled, “I’m kind of a fashion freak, I made this plan t-shirt into a cute shoulder off and these plan jeans into ripped ones. Amazing what you can do with scissors.”

“You’re cut up my clothes?” I questioned and she nodded like it was nothing.

“Why?”

“Cause they were plain, duh.” she said. “And well, it gave me something to do since Shay's still ignoring me.” she said, frowning a little. “I apologize, not meaning what I meant, but he holds grudges for so long. I don’t know what to do, Abigail.”

"Well you're asking the wrong person for advice.” I said. Standing there in more awkwardness, I leaned down on one of my legs, “Uh, can I be alone to get dress?”

“Oh, sure,” she said, putting down my clothes on the bed and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

People around here are weird, I thought. I decided the cut up clothes were all I had, so I slipped on my underwear and bra. At least it was Haley that went through my underwear and bra. Would have been horror if it was Scott.

After getting on my bra and a fresh pair of panties on, I turned my attention to my now "not plain" clothes. I awkwardly pulled at the shirt, trying to figure out how to wear it properly. My jeans had a big cut on my left thigh and just below my knee. On my right it was ripped mid-thigh and where the knee was.

There was a knock at the door and my head snapped to the door since it was surprise.

“Come in,” I said and Haley and Victoria came in. “Where’s Tyler?” I asked.

“Oh, the guy’s mom and Lena has him. They're gushing over him.” Haley said and she pulled down her giant purse off her shoulder. “Now time for your makeover.”

“Whoa, what?” I questioned. I shook my head, “No makeover.”

"Well too bad, you have no other choice.” Victoria said. “Colleen got one,” she said and snorted. “But Tristan freaked when boys started too droll over her, so that’s why she wears those horrible glasses.”

"Now let us do our magic.” Haley said and before I could protest, they attacked me with a blow dryer, curling iron, make up, and slipped on a pair of black heelless boots. I stared in the full length mirror an hour later with my mouth hanging open. I don’t even look like myself! I kind of looked like a badass. My hair was in big curls and messy looking, my makeup was smoky, my pale pasty skin looked flawless, soft, freckle free, and you couldn’t see any of the bruising.

My lips were painted up in a nice pale pink color, giving me a soft tingly feel, making them feel pouty and bigger. The girls stood behind me grinning like maniacs.

They slapped each other hands, “No one will recognize you.” Haley said.

“A new Abigail.” Victoria nodded, “Yup. A sexier version.”

I turned around, “I don’t feel well.” I said, putting my hands over my stomach.

"You’re just nervous.” Haley said. “Don’t worry,” she said, putting her hands on her shoulders, “People are going to love it.”

“I don’t feel like myself, though.” I told them.

“That’s a good thing.” Victoria said. “That isn’t you, it’s a new you. And you’re going to be happier, I promise.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Haley held up her finger, “Uh, no. You’re going to school in that. No if, ands, or buts. No, move your butt and let’s get some breakfast because we have to leave in twenty minutes.” Not even getting a chance to argue, they turned me around and hauled me out of the room, Victoria grabbing my backpack, and we went downstairs.

Feeling nervous about what the others are going to say, I awkwardly played with my hands and biting down on my lip. Victoria and Haley went in front me and opened the door,

“Wanna see how amazing me and Tori are?” Haley questioned. “Abigail, come in.”

Not moving from nerve wracking, I stepped back, ready to go back upstairs and take off the makeup and pull my hair up. But when I was about to turn around, Victoria grabbed my arm and she pulled me into the dining room. I felt lots of eyes on me and it became silent. I lowered my head and pushed hair behind my ear. Haley put her hands on both my shoulders and leaned into me, “Doesn’t she look amazing?”

‘Yeah’ went around. I looked up and pursed my lips, turning them to one side. Like I said before, I’m not much of a crowd person and my tongue feels bigger. I couldn’t help but see how Scott look and he looked at me with pure shock. He didn’t look upset or angry though, but surprised. And if I was mistaken, his eyes looked kind of dark.

“Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.” Haley said, pushing me over to the seat next to Scott and she sat down across from me next to Skyler.

Jamie leaned against his chair and put one arm around it, “Hey,” he said, nodding his head to me and grinned.

People around chuckled and Scott growled, reaching behind me and pulled Jamie’s seat back until he fell backwards. Scott grabbed the back of mine then and pulled me closer to him. I raised a freshly picked eyebrow up, confused at his dominant side. Sure, he seemed to have it before, but now, it feels like it’s going to worsen.

After pigging out on some of really good pancakes, I hugged Tyler tightly, “Hmmm, sissy going to miss you. You be a good boy for Kelly, okay.” I said, pointing at finger at him.

He nodded, “Bee, bee!” I chuckled and handing him back to Kelly, Scott’s mom. Speaking of Scott, he just suddenly disappeared.

“Thanks for watching him.” I said to Kelly.

"No problem, I kind of like having a baby around.” she said, making baby noises to Tyler. “Jeez, it makes me wonder what it would be like to have another one.”

Lots of the guys made an ‘ehh’ sound and Skyler Senior, Scott’s dad, humorlessly chuckled and put an arm around her, “Oh Kel, your funny something. We’re becoming grandparents, that should be enough.”

We heard footsteps coming down the steps and I looked over to see Scott coming down with a jock jacket in his hand.

He came up to me and grinned, “Told you I didn’t want you wearing that ugly gray hoodie.” he said, meaning the hoodie that was in my hand. The jacket he was holding was a green one with gold sleeves with the words KH on the right side and Scott’s last name on the back.

“My hoodie is not ugly.” I said.

“It kind of is.”, Haley said and I looked at her to shut up. “Sorry, but it is. And that hoodie would ruin the outfit.”

Scott took the hoodie out of my hands, “Hey!” I cried out.

He chuckled and forced me into the jacket, “My girlfriend will wear my jacket whether she likes it or not.” he said. My eyes widen and my cheeks heated up,

“Girlfriend?” I was wondering if I was Scott’s girlfriend or not since last Friday, but I guess he just confirmed it.

He grinned, “You heard me.”, he said, pecking me hard on the lips.