What's wrong with being myself? Oh yeah, I'm a werewolf.

Chapter 3 Can't a girl get a break?

Ooooh. Okay so I'm having a great time writing this story! :D Please enjoy it and trust me, it'll get better.

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As soon as i finished greeting everyone that had come to celebrate my return I had tried to keep away from Jake, and to me it seemed he was trying to do the same. Something was weird, and horribly wrong with the fact I had found him so alluring, so unbelievably delicious... Just think about his smell made me want to...WOAH, okay. I definitely need to get my priorities straight. I thought to myself, shooting my dad a panicked look to see if he had noticed my distracted and glazed over look. I had no doubt that I probably looked like a zombie picturing a healthy portion of brains on a silver platter. Ha. That made me crack up, a smirk playing on my naturally dark pink lips. I tried to hide it, fearing that to the others starring at me I looked like a freak that had some huge ego and was smiling at all the people who had taken time out of their busy schedules to come and welcome me back home. Woah. I don't think someone could think that even if they tried. Okay, now my thoughts were way off topic. All I needed to be thinking about was to stay away from Jake. And hopefully, he would stay away from me.

Someone slung their arm over my shoulder, breaking my train of thought. I turned to see who had brought me out of my daze and grinned. My younger brother Greg was smiling at me, his extremely straight and white teeth and crooked grin giving him a mischievous look. He looked relatively similar to me, though his blond hair was noticeably darker then mine and his blue eyes had more grey in them then mine did.

"What's up big sis? Thinkin' about that boyfriend you left back in Canada?" He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'd cover those teeth of yours, their blinding me already." He shoved him a bit but his arm kept me pressed up against him. I noted that he was noticeably taller then me, he grew a lot since the last time he came up to Canada to visit. I tried to estimate his height, maybe a bit shorter then dad, so I'd say maybe 6"1 or maybe 6"2. I decided to point that out, as he was always self-conscious about his height.

"So, I see you're not a squirt anymore. Seems like yesterday you were only Five feet tall." I snickered and he blushed, his cheeks turning a rosy pink. D'awe, my little brother was growing up.

"Hey, at least I won't be short like you for the rest of my life." He stood proud, as if what he had just said was a pretty good comeback. But I had to laugh, he was pretty pathetic.

I decided to change the subject, maybe to more pressing matters. "So, I heard you found your sweetheart. Y'all going to introduce me?" I added a fake Texas twang just for the effect. Oh god, I loved Texans, they had the best voices I'd ever heard.

He blushed even deeper, his cheeks almost turning scarlet red. "Uh...well I-I...uh..." He pulled on the collar of his shirt as if it was choking him.

"Oh how I love it when your cheeks turn that color." A girl with dark brown hair strode over, she had naturally tan skin and dark brown eyes, almost black. She was curvy in all the right places and had a long legs. She kinda reminded me of myself, the way she smirked at him and toyed with the buttons on his shirt. But the hard look she gave me made me jump back, she was sizing me up as if she had a fight on her hands. I knew the look but I didn't surrender, I wouldn't surrender my own brother to a girl I hadn't even met. He was my little sidekick, he used to always trail behind me and I looked after him and I planed on doing so till my death. For the first time she gave me a good look, realisation floated across my face as she saw the obvious similarities between me and my brother. The defensive and aggresive pose she held over him relaxed. "Oh, so this is the famous Sunny." Giving me a smile that I didn't know was either genuine or fake a smiled back sweetly and extended my right hand.