Chapter 9

• "So... how was the date with the handsome hunk?" Kira asked me as we made our way to the school. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, but then again, everything she did was suggestive..
• I smiled, I didn't know exactly what to tell her. What should I say? The date was non-existent... but was it good?
• After a pause, I decided it was better to be direct with her. After all, she is the one person who always stood by my side, no matter what happened.
• "Well...the date. It didn't exactly happen."
• "Huh?" She looked very confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"
• "Pete came to my home," I told her quietly. I didn't want to relive the experience. She grabbed my arms and stopped me in my tracks.
• "What the hell are you talking about?"
• "He and a couple of other idiots with him tried to ruin my date. He knew who Harry was, that I was going to go on a date, and that he was the son of a bitch-" I breathed deeply; there was no need for me to get riled up. " He decided it was a good idea to ruin my date. What the heck is wrong with that guy, Kira?
• "I hate him, too, but you don't see me turning him into a fucking omelette, no matter how much I itch to do that.
• "I ran away, but he caught up with me, broke my phone, and I had to go in person to Harry to tell him the date would not be possible, I didn't want him to feel stood up."
• I looked over, Kira's face looked like a boiling tomato, furious and fired. Suddenly, I was deathly scared, her scowl enough made me want to hind behind a building as her rage exploded.
• She didn't say anything, but glared at me. The anger was not directed at me, of course, but it felt that way.
• I touched her arm gently, not wanting to make the bomb explode on me. "It's okay, though. It kinda worked out in the end? Harry said he would want to go out with me again."
• She brushed off my arms, still angry as hell. "Leah! You can't expect for this to go on like this! I thought he was exaggerating, but- he is standing to his words." She has huffing now, and I was fairly sure I saw fire coming out of her nostrils.
• "You cannot let him do this to you. Do you understand me? This is too much. I am going to kill that guy."
• A pause. I looked down at the gravelly road, and then quietly, said, "I am not letting him do anything, Kira. It's not like I just stand back and allow him to do this. I tried to fight, Kira. I really did. But, whatever was I supposed to do with four werewolves at my door, but run?"
• Kira paused, and then her expressions turned guilty, and concern flashed in her eyes. "I am sorry, Leah, it's just... I hate Pete so much right now."
• "I know." I sighed, grabbing her arm and making our way to school again. "What am I going to do, Kira, what am I going to do?"
• She didn't answer.
• ***
• "How was Harry though?" Kira asked as we sat together in our math class. It was one of the only classes I didn't share with Pete, the other being physics. It made sense; Pete didn't have an aptitude for anything other than torturing. Not that he would care about why something is falling, or why airplanes fly- he knew how to fight, and he knew how to lead. And he thought these were the only skills he would need.
• Me? I loved math and science; call me a geek, and I won't mind. I am exactly that.
• "He is amazing, Kira. He is so sweet, and such a charming person. He walked me home even when I was drenched in eggs. How many guys would do that?"
• Kira smiled. "I know of one who definitely wouldn't."
• I rolled my eyes. "Obviously."
• "So you will go out with him again?"
• "Yes."
• She nibbled her lip, thinking. "Leah, you did tell him that Pete did this to you, right?"
• Ha. Ha. Ha. Oh, did I tell him?
• "Err... he kind of blackmailed me so that I couldn't."
• "With what?"
• I stared at her, debating whether I should tell her. But I knew I shouldn't hide something like this from her. "Josh."
• Immediately, her eyes started turning golden again. Oh no...
• "Kira, calm down. Please. Remember, this is my battle." I shook her arm again. "Kira?!"
• She closed her eyes and nodded. When she opened them, they were green again. I nodded back, glad she trusted me.
• The problem was, this was not a battle I knew how to fight.