Lena and Darien reminisce about the past.

Lena’s POV

                Darien shoved me and I glared at him, kicking him in the shin. He chuckled softly. Darien was human, he was also my mate. I’m a Russo, like all the other Russo’s in my family I’m a werewolf. Werewolves are very competitive; my cousin is one statement of that. I am the other.

                Darien and I might be in a relationship but we still acted the same way we did before, just less…Evil. I dribbled the soccer ball as Darien backed up, watching me warily. He was probably remembering the time when I had kicked a soccer ball at him during one of my practices and hit him in the head, making him fall to the ground.

                That had instigated me giving him moldy donuts, him putting a rubber snake in my locker (freaking the hell out of me might I add), and me finding out that he’s claustrophobic.  It had taken a while for me to get him to accept me but I was glad that he did.

                But he was so stubborn. I continued dribbling the ball back and forth as Darien continued backing up.

                “We can talk about this Lena!” Darien shouted, holding his hands up in surrender and I laughed.

                “It’s not nice to shove your girlfriend!” I shouted back, aware that there were humans around us.

                Darien’s eyes softened slightly before he said, “You deserved it! Remember yesterday!?”

                My eyes widened in realization. We were at his apartment yesterday, making out when I locked him in the bathroom. He had deserved that for pranking me the day before that. I kicked the soccer ball towards him and Darien gasped, his arms shooting forwards so that he caught the ball inches away from his face.

                “You almost hit me in the face!” Darien shouted and I smiled angelically.

                “I knew you would catch it!” I shouted back, walking towards him.

                “You have that much faith in me?” Darien questioned and I shrugged.

                “Sure I do and if you hadn’t caught the soccer ball I would have felt really bad…” I trailed off and Darien smirked.

                “Did you trust me before you told me about this?” He asked, and I knew that he was referring to before I told him he was my mate and everything about werewolves.

                “Yeah…I think I did.” I answered slowly and Darien smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist as we started walking towards the parking lot.

                I leaned into him, spotting Joey squeal out of the parking lot. Joey didn’t trust Darien, I don’t think he ever would. I looked up at Darien, admiring him for a few seconds. He looked down at me.

                “Yes?” He asked, amused.

                “Remember when you hurt Joey because I kissed him?” I asked quietly and Darien tensed before saying, “Yeah I remember. You had no right to kiss him.”

                “Well you were being a jerk…I didn’t mean for that to happen when I kissed, Joey….I was so pissed at you. I told you that I don’t like violence.” I pouted and Darien pecked my cheek.

                “I know that…I listen to you more now than what I did right?” Darien asked and I shrugged.

                “More or less. Oh I have to babysit Nikki and Zac….I promised my family. You want to help?” I said hopefully looking at Darien.

                “Your family sort of scares me.” He admitted and I laughed.

                My family did seem scary. Most of it was due to the fact that my brothers were huge and muscly. We were werewolves and even when in human form the male werewolves looked scary. So it was understandable.

                “Please, Darien?” I whined softly, and Darien sighed.

                “Fine but you owe me.” He growled, pinching me in the sides and I squeaked.

                He looked down at me smiling softly, his eyes bright. He pressed a kiss to my temple.

                “Do you think we are going to be one of those mushy couples?” Darien asked softly and I looked at him.

                “Why? You afraid it will worry your bad body persona? But no I don’t think we will. If we do I don’t think it’d be that big of a deal but I hope that we don’t.” I answered and Darien nodded.

                My cousin Marci appeared in my view, a smile lighting up her face.

                “Can we have a soccer match?” she asked and I smiled, turning to Damien.

                “You don’t need to ask for my permission, Lena.” He said calmly and I nodded.

                “I know that, I was just going to ask you if you wanted to be the referee because knowing Marci and I we are super competitive and may play dirty.” I said, scowling at him and crossing my arms.

                “I can be ref. Go.” Darien said, lowering his head towards mine and giving me a quick peck, handing me the soccer ball.

                Marci and I grinned at each other before  running to the field. I set the ball in the middle and called going first. Marci pouted at that and the game started. I kicked the ball past Marci who whirled around and ran for it. I followed her kicking my leg out and stopping the ball as she tried to kick it past me. Pain shot through my ankle and I hissed in pain before kicking the ball, and running toward Marci’s end of the field.

                Marci chased after me as I dribbled the ball. I didn’t want her to win. My ankle screamed in pain with each step that I took but I knew that it’d heal soon. That’s one of the times that being a werewolf comes in handy. Marci was right behind me and I kicked the ball forward just as she brushed past me.

                The ball soared into the next and I stumbled, falling to the ground. I rolled before sitting up, mud covering my body. Marci dug the ball out of the net as Darien rushed forward.

                “Are you okay, Lena?” Darien asked, helping me to my feet and I nodded, leaning into him.

                “Yeah I’m fine.” I said, holding my ankle off the ground and Darien glanced down at me disapprovingly.

                “Lying is a bad habit you know.” Darien said and I snickered slightly.

                “I just hurt my ankle, but it’ll heal soon and the scrapes that I got from falling. But I’m fine…Werewolf remember?” I reminded him and Darien nodded.

                “Sorry…I can’t help it though.” Darien admitted and I looked at him.

                I raised my eyebrows, indicating for him to continue and he looked away from me pointedly. I pouted before grabbing his chin, turning his face towards mine and slamming my lips onto his. Darien much my fervor with his own. We were interrupted by Marci who was clearing her throat. I blushed; I momentarily forgot that she was there.

                “I love you.” Darien whispered adding, “That’s why I can’t help but worry. I love you.”

                I smiled, “I love you too.”