Chapter IV - Operation Pay Back
"You guys suck! Why are we watching this movie again?" complains Penny as she throws some popcorn on my head.
"Hey, Reese voted for this movie too," I argue, flicking some popcorn back at her.
For someone so sassy and looks so tough, Penny's a scaredy-cat when it comes to horror films. Reese who's always looking like a sweet Disney princess can't seem to get enough of them. I'm stuck in between them.
It's Saturday evening and we are currently watching Annabelle on Netflix in my bedroom and Penny is hiding behind a big pillow on her lap.
Mom and dad are still at the store and Autumn is out with her friends.
"Come on Penny, it's not that scary," defends Reese, shoving a big scoop of Ben and Jerry's in her mouth.
We have an empty tub of Cherry Garcia already sitting between us on the floor and now we're working on a new one. Thank goddess for our high metabolism.
Penny scowls and throws another handful of popcorn onto our heads. Reese giggles and picks another bowl to empty it over Penny's.
"You are so helping me cleaning my room before you go tonight," I warn them laughing, throwing more popcorn at the both of them.
All of a sudden I feel it again.
"GenGen, what's happening?" asks Reese in alarm as I writhe in pain.
"Nothing," I gasp. Oh no, I don't want them to see this.
"Should I call your mom?" asks Penny, panicking.
"NOOO...no," I yell, clutching my stomach. "Don't.. tell my mom," I choke out. Tears starting to run down my cheeks.
"What's wrong? What's happening?" asks Penny again.
"I think I know what's happening," answers Reese, gripping my hands on my stomach. "That manwhore Logan is doing the nasty with some slut," she continues coldly.
Penny lets out a string of curses.
The pain is excruciating. I think I passed out after a while. Thank Goddess for that.
When I open my eyes again, Reese and Penny are still there. Reese is still holding my hand tightly in hers with tears on her face. Penny is fuming and walking around the room as if she wanted to kill someone.
"Hey, you're still here," I smile, feeling exhausted.
They both snap their heads to look at me. Penny looks totally pissed and Reese looks at me with sadness, pity and also some anger. I don't think her anger is directed at me, though.
"How many times had this happen, hon?" asks Reese.
"I bet this is not the first time," says Penny, looking at my belly now exposed from my t-shirt that has ridden up from my twisting and squirming.
My stomach is black and blue. The bruising came from me clutching my stomach so hard when the pain gets too much.
"This is the fourth time so far," I decided to be truthful. They had seen me in pain, after all, there's nothing much else to hide.
Penny starts cursing all over again.
"He's a busy guy, huh?" says Reese without humor.
"It's not fair! He can't do this!" yells Penny, getting louder and louder.
"Now where are you going, Penny?" asks Reese when Penny jumps to the door.
"Where else? I'm gonna go and kick his ass off to the moon!" wails Penny hotly. Her chocolate brown eyes turn even darker, showing that her wolf is close to the surface.
"No you're not," announces Reese, dragging her back into the room.
"Oh hell yes I am!" argues Penny, trying to get out of Reese's firm grip on her arms.
"We're not kicking anyone's ass today. We're going to do even better," Reese declares. That makes Penny stop struggling.
"He's hurting one of us and we're beyond pissed. Girls, we're getting even. It's operation pay back," announces Reese.
What did I do to deserve such awesome friends? "I love you guys," I say as I hug my two besties.
Penny writes down our plan for Operation Payback on paper. If that's not a commitment, I don't know what is.
Most of the ideas come from Reese and Penny. I just scrunch up my nose at most of them. Well, maybe all of them.
There are a few phases to our Operation Payback:
The first one is for me to look awesome and get the attention of un-mated boys at our school. Umm...I think that needs a lot of work, but maybe that can be done. Maybe. I don't know.
The second part is for me to flirt with some guys to make him jealous. According to Reese, all werewolves, especially the Alphas are very possessive of their mates...even with the ones they've rejected. We'll have that theory tested soon. I kinda doubt that he cares. He has the beautiful Mia and all the other girls anyway.
The third phase is for me to get a boyfriend, since I don't have a mate anyways.
The third phase would lead to phase four, and this is the toughest one for me...lose my V-card so that he can feel the pain he causes me when he's with someone else. I'm not sure if I'm on board with this one.
"It's not like you're saving yourself for your mate anymore," argues Penny when I disagree with the fourth stage. Ouch!
They also agree that I should approach Logan and inform him that I accept his rejection to his face. We're not sure what that would accomplish or what would happen after that since mates rarely reject each other.
"GenGen, you have to commit to this. Promise me you're going through with this. He made you suffer, he's gonna pay. He should feel at least a fraction of the pain he put you through. You're gonna show him what he's missing. You're going to show him that you don't need him. He needs you," commands Reese spiritedly. "Gosh, if I were you, I'd be so mad. If River ever did something like that to me, I'll castrate him. I'll cut off his..."
"Hey, hey, hey...River would never do something like that to you, Reese. You know he's crazy about you," I cut her off. She's getting all worked up over nothing.
"Wow, I've never heard Reesey sounded so violent before," laughs Penny, looking impressed. "But yeah, Genesis is right. River is nothing like that d*ckhead Logan," agrees Penny. "Doesn't he know that an alpha needs his true mate to be really strong? This pack is going to the wolves...like literally."
"I'm getting an ulcer just thinking about him and Mia leading the pack," shudders Reese.
The thought of the two of them together is less painful now. Maybe because I haven't been around him in a while. I don't think I'm good enough be a luna, but I don't know what I'll do when the two of them become leaders.
"You think they'll kick me and my family out of the pack once they become alpha and luna?"
"They can't do that, can they?" asks Penny.
Yes, they can. The three of us sit in thoughtful silence for a few minutes before I suggest that we let our wolves out and go for a run.
It's a great relief to let Ezra out. I feel light and feel almost normal again. I should let my wolf out more often.
Penny ends up spending the night at my house. Reese has a date with River later that night and has to leave. Both of Reese and Penny are coming for a sleep over again tomorrow night.
After Reese left, Penny wants to watch Deadpool and drools over Ryan Reynolds. I've drooled over him like a thousand times, so I decided to butcher Elizabeth Browning's beautiful sonnet How do I Love Thee , changing the word love to reject and tape it on my wall.
How do I Reject Thee?
How do I reject thee? Let me count the ways.
I reject thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I reject thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I reject thee freely, as men strive for right.
I reject thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I reject thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I reject thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I reject thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but reject thee better after death.
Penny thinks I'm nuts. I think it's funny in a sick, twisted and sad kinda way.
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I love that poem, How do I love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Here's the original one;
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Much love,
Nicole
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