Chapter 2 Girlie

POV of Quinn

I kicked off my shoes and gazed around my room, which has been a familiar scene for as long as I can remember. It’s nothing extraordinary, but over time, I’ve added my own flair to it. All of the furniture in my room is a darker colour, and I have a big bed. My entire wardrobe is in a spacious closet, and there is an attached bathroom. I would rather have something functional than overly fancy. My room is the only indoor sanctuary I have; therefore, I want it to be relaxing rather than intimidating. To help me stay focused on my objectives, I have a few simple decorations, images of my family and friends, and some posters I gathered when I was younger. Naturally, Suze’s room is right next door. She snores loudly, and I can hear it through the wall. She doesn’t get up as early as I do. I need to go wake her up right away. She won’t like not having sufficient time to polish her appearance before what might be our last day of classes. I’m interested in how my morning runs will be once I get my wolf tomorrow night. My eighteenth birthday falls on the first night of the mating ball, which is not the ideal situation. I’ll need to depart early so I can finish my first shift. Although I’m still formally seventeen, the royal council gave me permission to attend the first day. In the werewolf community, my dad is well-liked, and our pack has a good reputation. That level of reverence gives us some wiggle room. I figure that if my companion is there, he can find me the following day, and I’ll just pass the time on Friday night until my first shift. I took a quick look at the time on my nightstand. It’s 6:30. I have more than enough time—an hour—to get ready for school. I moved across the hall to Suze’s room to begin my routine. She’s curled up in a ball with her sheets all over the place, drooling onto her silk pillow, as I had expected. If anyone knew how she looked in the morning, she would be terrified. “SUSAN. GET UP, YOU LAZY BUTT. As I ripped her from the bed, I yelled. What time is it, “mmphh?” “Six thirty” was my response. She started to move after hearing it. She jumped up, quickly hugged me, and then backed away. Next time, please warn me before allowing me to hug your nasty, sweaty body. Gross.” She scowled and headed for her own toilet. “See you in a few, girlie!” On my way back to my room, I yelled. I went to the restroom and undid my hair’s tight ponytail. One of my favorite physical features is my hair. It’s long, silky, and brown like chestnut. Additionally, it is very straight. Every time I experiment with a fresh look, it invariably falls out within an hour. I’ve learned to accept the idea that it will always be straight. My eyes are another one of my favorite features. My eyes are light blue with a hint of dark blue around the edges. My mother gave me my eyes. My high cheekbones and plump cheeks come from my father. Without a doubt, I’m not obese, but no matter what I do, I’ll always have these big cheeks that everyone finds so endearing. They don’t bother me. Just another aspect of who I am. However, they don’t make me look younger. I turn on the shower and take off my sweaty training clothes as I move away from the mirror. I sigh deeply as I enter the boiling, hot shower. Being even the slightest bit cold makes me want to virtually burn my flesh off in the shower. I took a few moments to absorb the warmth on my skin before starting my regimen. I turn off the shower and exit the shower once I’m done washing and conditioning. I encircle my body in an extra-large fluffy towel and my hair in another. It was barely 7 a.m. when I looked at the time. Suze and I still had a half-hour before we had to leave for school. She was rummaging through her wardrobe like a madwoman next door, and I could hear her. Suze always looks amazing and has a terrific sense of style, but her room is a catastrophe zone all the time. Nobody would ever guess that the same girl who usually appears so put-together actually leads a chaotic existence. I’m lucky to have a stylish pal and a well-stocked wardrobe. Suze would assist me in finding the ideal outfits during our incredibly tiresome shopping outings. I’ve mastered a few respectable outfit combinations over the years, but nothing like Suze does. She is at a completely different level. My palm lands on the dress I’ll be wearing tomorrow as I carefully comb through the clothing racks. It feels wonderfully soft and silky and is an emerald green colour. I push it aside as I get incredibly anxious all of a sudden. Not because I don’t want to meet my soul mate, but because I have a wonderful life with my pack and am unsure of my readiness to leave it. People here need me, and I need them as well. I chose a white lace crop tank top and jean shorts after looking through my closet for another minute. I returned to the room after grabbing my sandals from the shoe rack. I assessed my appearance in the mirror after getting ready. My attire was perfect for a warm spring day, and my hair was combed out and air-dried. I wore the same jewelry every day, so I didn’t bother changing it up. All belong to my mother. I retain a photo of the two of us and her favorite diamond earrings in a heart-shaped locket that I wear. Nothing else is necessary because they always make me feel more connected to her. Even after twelve years, I can still detect her aroma all around me and feel as though she is with me. This reassures my father and me that she is still attempting to contact us. Without a doubt, neither have we given up. Once more looking at the time, I see that it is 7:15, giving me just enough time for breakfast. I enjoy eating. I always maintain the same weight and size, no matter how much I eat or exercise. I don’t have a six-pack, but I do have a flat stomach with some definition. I’m totally content with the fact that not everyone is designed to have one. But I do appear to be strong. I wouldn’t be mistaken for some cute little wolf that people could take advantage of if they looked at me. I’m around 5’8” and have moderate muscle tone throughout my entire physique. I enjoy feeling powerful. All I can smell as I go down the stairs is the delicious aroma of bacon. I love bacon. On anything, I would eat bacon. even ice cream, most likely. That should be on ice cream, not that. When I enter the dining room, there are already other wolves seated at the table, and the platters in the middle of the table are crammed with different breakfast fare. I take a seat at an open table and start to eat. Suze strolls into the room after I’ve finished my breakfast of bacon, eggs, and French toast and takes a seat next to me. She lets out a lazy yawn, and I start laughing. Suze is unable to complete the morning routine. She smiles at me as I push a mug of coffee in her direction. Quinn, you will always be my favorite. “Suze, I’ll hold you accountable for that. Now drink up so we can finish the school day. She sips the dark coffee slowly before starting to put food on her plate. By the time Suze eventually gets out of bed, I’ve finished mine, and she’s already had two cups. After finishing our lunch, we take our plates to the kitchen to be cleaned before packing our bags and leaving. Suze has the week off from driving, so we head to the garage where her “baby” is. Her parents gave her a stunning, brilliant blue BMW a little more than two years ago for her sixteenth birthday. Once she finds him, her mate will face competition. She adores this vehicle more than she adores life. We throw our luggage in the back seat and get inside. We leave once she turns on the car’s engine. This might be our final full day together. However, I don’t want to consider it right now. Here we go, high school.