Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 5

"Is that all?" The man behind the counter asked in a bored tone.

"You know what change, the diet coke to a sprite." Katy scans the menu.

"Katy you've been ordering for fifteen minutes, there are people waiting for us!" I scold her.

"I'm done!"

Behind us, you can hear people sighing and mumbling 'finally.' She turns around and glares at the

other people in line.

"Come on, let's go sit down," I suggest.

Katy grabs her chicken sandwich, fries, and Sprite off the counter and carries her tray with her chin up

high. We pick a table by the fountain in the middle of the food court and sit down.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to Victoria Secret?" Katy asks while munching on her fries.

"I'm sure," I grumble for the thousandth time.

After I had got my clothes from the first store we kept on shopping for three more hours, my arms were

killing me! Every time Katy swiped Tyler's card through the little machine I felt guilty. We at least spent

three hundred dollars. Throughout our shopping trip, Katy would constantly ask me if I wanted to go

back to Victoria Secret. Why did my mate's sister want me to get lingerie for me to wear, for her

brother! Maybe she felt bad for me.

"Are you almost done, it's getting late?"

"Yeah, I'll carry my drink with me." Katy got up and threw away her garbage; then we walked back to

the front entrance of the mall.

"Are you sure?" Katy asks as we pass the lingerie shop.

"Katy! Yes, I'm sure!"

We hopped in her Beetle and drove back to the pack house; it's already nine o'clock. When we got

back, we had to grab all our bags from her car. When she opened the truck door, some of the bags

started to fall out.

"Why did we buy so much?" Katy cries as she tries to grab all her bags off the cement ground.

"Your the one that said, oh let's go to this store, then that store, oh how about the store over there!" I

mimic her.

"Hey, I might have a small shopping addiction."

"Small!" I motion to all the bags.

"Let's just get them inside."

We managed to hook all of our shopping bags on our arms, and we looked ridiculous. We couldn't

open the door, so Katy attempted to knock, but it wasn't loud enough.

"Hurry my arms are dying," I wine.

"How about you try!" She yells at me.

"Use your head," I suggested.

"Hell. No. You use your head."

"No! My mates in there!" I protest.

"So?" She questions.

"I don't want to get a mark on my head and look... ugly," I mumble quietly.

All of a sudden the front door swings open revealing Jackson with an amused smile.

"How did you-"

"I heard you guys yelling, and Tyler asked me to go see what it was." He chuckled.

"Whatever." Katy pushed past him with all her bags, and I followed her inside.

"Did you guys buy the whole store?"

"Where's Tyler?" Katy asks ignoring Jackson's comment.

"In his office, why?"

"I have to give him back his credit card." Katy holds the plastic card in her hand.

"Tyler gave you his card?" Jackson asks, amazed.

"No this is a sandwich." Katy jokes flatly. "Here, go bring it to him." She holds the card, trying to give it

to me.

"No way." I shake my head.

"Why not?"

"The third time I talk to him won't be to give him back his credit card."

"Do it, or I'll say bad things about you," she threatens.

Jackson comments, "That's cold."

"Katy," I beg, "don't make me. I thought we were friends."

She stares me dead in the eyes and hands the card to me once again. I huff and rip the card from her

hands. "You'll thank me later." She calls to me as I walk to his office.

"I sure hope so," I whisper to myself.

I walk down the wide hallway. His office is at the very end. I walk slowly giving me time to think about

what to say.

'Thanks for the money.'

'Katy told me to buy all that stuff.'

'Here's your credit card' Then sprint out.