You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 29

"I'm leaving," My voice echoed off the walls as I flew down the stairs.

"Someone going to see a special someone?" Darren piped in, poking his head through one of the corridors. He smirked and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Just a friend."

"A friend, huh? Is it the same one who gave you that love letter?" He waggled his eyebrows and came into the front room.

I turned frigid and without knowing, I gave him an icy glare. That note was bad news. I shook it off quickly. Darren could not know about this. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, "Come on, Reny, you know I don't have a boy friend." I used the nickname I gave him a long time ago, knowing he hated it.

"A girl friend?" (A/N: I have nothing against same sex relationships! I find it cool! It's just a part of the book!)

I gave him a pointed look and punched him playfully. It was just a small, light punch on the arm, but he plummeted through the air and crashed on the floor, clutching the arm I punched. My eyes grew wide with horror. I didn't even punch him that hard!

"Ow," Darren said, letting out a string of profanities.

I knelt next to his figure on the ground. "I'm so sorry, Darren! I didn't know it was that hard!"

"Gosh Dan, I was just kidding! Damn, you hit like a man! You're more of a wo-man," Darren managed to wheeze out.

I thought for a moment. "That didn't make any sense."

"Because you're a dumb as-"

"And you're a panty!"

"She-hulk."

"Twig."

"PMS Monster."

"Oh, I'm Darren and I got hurt by a girl!"

"Oh, I'm Daniella and I'm able to swing my legs when I sit on the curb."

"Are you saying that I'm short?" I gasped.

I opened the front door and yelled out, "I. Don't. Have. A. Boyfriend!"

"Danny!" Aunt Fel's sweet voice called out. I looked back at her before stepping out into the cool night air. She winked and I knew just exactly what she was going to say. "Lettin' the cat outta' the bag ain't as hard as puttin' it back in, darlin'."

I groaned and flipped off Darren as he fell to the ground in a laughing fit.

*****

I couldn't help but feel as if I were being watched while I knocked on the wooden door of the Pack House. I quickly scanned my surroundings and silently prayed someone would open the door soon. I tried my best to hold back my tears. I felt like I was going to explode soon.

You know that feeling when you finally found someone to talk to about something that was completely bothering you and once you see them, you just break down and cry? Well, that was exactly what happened when Weston opened the door.

Through my lashes, I saw that he was only wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt with sleeves cut off that showed off his arm muscles. I would've been drooling right now at how hot he was, but I was not in the mood for that right now.

"Danny?" Weston's concerned voice rang out, only making my sobbing heavier and louder. He grabbed me into a hug, pressing my face into his shirt.

I clutched the fabric and inhaled his smell. His warmth enveloped me as he hugged me tighter, bringing me into the house and shutting the door with his foot. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly his body fit against mine, as cliche' as it sounds. Somehow, everything about him brought me comfort, even that irritating, cocky smirk of his.