Property Of Daddy

Form 20-28

"I think your phone's malfunctioning 'cause I couldn't get a hold of you," he explained. "So I had your Alpha who had his Beta set up FaceTime for us."

This fuckin' fool was trying to get the werewolves in my county to help him spy on me! What ever happened to mutual respect and personal privacy? The nerve of some people; I have half a mind to call Animal Control on his furry ass!

Caleb pursed his lips as he glanced around my bedroom from the computer screen. "Wow," he mused, even letting out a tiny whistle, "that's uh, quite a nice place ya got there." He seemed to bite the inside of his cheek as he moved a muscled arm (damn, he is jacked!) to reposition his camera so that I couldn't see the shack that he dubbed a house behind him. From what I could see earlier, whatever room that he was in was extremely tiny... not even as large as my bathroom! How on Earth could anyone expect me to go from luxurious San Francisco to barnyard Texas? Talk about culture shock.

"Yeah..." I slurred, not really sure what to even say. I knew that he would want to talk about me drinking today, and if there's one thing that I hate most in the world, it's a lecture from an adult. I already know that drinking's inappropriate for a minor, I just don't care. But still, Caleb also held the power to force me to go live with him right now, so that threat made me purse my lips, fearful that I might say something that would anger the werewolf.

"So," he pressed, actually crossing his beefy arms in front of his broad chest like a disappointed parent, "I got a call today from the police department informing me that you were caught underage drinking. Not only that, but you were in the same car as a drunk driver."

"Oh good, you're caught up," I scoffed, instantly wincing when my attitude inadvertently came out. Why am I like this?

The werewolf bit down on his lower lip in thought, giving me a full view of his massive canine fangs which gleamed when the light from his computer hit them. "Yeah," he mumbled, "I am caught up because I'm your guardian now. So your Alpha told me to come up with a punishment for you... but I'm not really good at this sort of stuff. So, um, no video games for a week?"

I jerked back, the color coming back to my face in abject shock. "What?" I gasped.

"Oh, okay a weekend then," Caleb rushed, holding his hands up in a surrendering motion. "I don't want you mad at me, so no video games for a weekend. A-and just, please Baby, please don't do that again. You have no idea how worried I was when I heard about that."

I... I'm so confused.

I mean, Mrs. Thatcher had made it sound like the second I break the law, I'd be shipped off to yee-haw Texas, yet, Caleb was pretty much giving me the best punishment in the world! I haven't played video games recently because I've grown tired of the ones in my collection, so I already had no plans to play them this weekend anyways (but I probably will though because there's no way I'm gonna listen to him and his lame punishments). I'd honestly expected him to ship me off to him, but holy crap, he didn't!

This was the best news in the world!

My heart began to race for another reason and I fought with all my might to not to backflips of joy right now all over my bedroom. This was great! Now instead of being sent to Caleb right now, I only had a year... and I'm bummed again.

"But, just know this, Baby," Caleb said, holding up a piece of paper that had some writing on it that I couldn't see it well, "your Alpha faxed this Form 20-28 to me fill out, a-and if you misbehave like this again... I'll have no choice but to fill it out."

Oh boo-hoo, so he's going to fill out a paper, like it's a damn reprimand. I fought with all my might to keep my lips shut. I mean, I've literally gotten so damn lucky twice in the past hour. Despite losing my friends, my dad avoiding me, and the entire school hating me, I'd say that I'm sort of coming out on top.