Chapter 8 Lake House

Eryn POV I am standing in front of my clothes with a scowl on my face. I am already wearing my red and white polka-dot bikini. I just need to find something to put over it. Nothing seems appropriate. I own workout clothes and school uniforms. I have very few regular clothes, I have never had any need for them. "Hurry up," Zach yells through my door. "Or I am leaving without you." I know he wants to leave me behind anyway. He has tried to convince me not to go for the past few days, but I refuse to back down. If I don't go, Jesse wins, and I can't let that happen. I grab my one and only sundress off its hanger and throw it over my head. It is baby blue and barely covers my butt. I check myself in the mirror and sigh. Zach is going to lose his shit. He is banging loudly on my door, and I open it quickly. He was leaning on the door and falls into my room. He looks up at me from the floor, and a growl rumbles in his chest. "You aren't wearing that," he yells as he gets to his feet. I shrug my shoulders and grab my bag. "We are going to be late." I bounce down the stairs, and Kyle stomps down behind me. "You are lucky Dad isn't here to see you in that." "In what?" I laugh. "It is a dress. I am a girl, after all." "I can see all of your legs," he groans. "We all have legs," I roll my eyes. I slide into the passenger side of his car and make sure the skirt of my dress is tucked neatly around my legs. I place my bag at my feet and wait for Zach to get in the car. He is mumbling under his breath as he pulls out of the driveway. Wanting to ignore his constant bitching, I reach forward and turn up the music. I sing along to the radio and stare out of the window. My breathing begins to get erratic as we drive out of pack territory. I have never been allowed outside of pack territory before. Zach turns down a long dirt road, and my heart begins to race. What was I thinking? I am not wanted at this party, and we are so far off pack territory that I can't run home. At the end of the gravel drive, there is a large white house with a wrap-around porch. It has a black roof and trim. It stands out immaculately against green back ground. I can see a huge lake behind the house. The whole place is stunning. As Zach parks the car, I can see that the party is already in full swing. Young werewolves are mingling with each other, and everyone is holding a red plastic cup in their hands. I get the awful feeling that Jesse's parents aren't in attendance. "You aren't to leave my side," Zach warns me. "And no drinking." "That won't be a problem," I say nervously. Zach sighs. "It's not too late. I can still take you home." "I want to be here," I lie. I throw my bag over my shoulder, and Zach leads me to the house. Loud music hits my ears as soon as Zach opens the door. My senses are assaulted. The smell of alcohol and arousal hits my nose, and I have to choke back a gag. Couples are grinding against each other in the middle of the living room. Their tongues are shoved down each other's throats, and they don't seem to care who is looking. This is definitely not my scene. Zach leads me through the house and into the kitchen. I try to keep my head held high as we enter. I smell him before I see him. My eyes scan the kitchen, and I see Kyle standing in the corner. In one hand is a red cup, and his other arm is draped over Jesse's shoulders. Jesse is in a sparkly pink bikini, talking animatedly to her friends. Kyle is in nothing but a pair of swim trunks and a towel tossed over his shoulders. Beads of water are clinging to his skin, and the dirtiest thoughts run through my mind. Zach leads me closer to them, and I notice how natural they look together. I was stupid to think that I could ever compete with Jesse. I try to ignore the sting of rejection that I feel in my chest. Kyle lifts his nose, and his eyes widen when he sees me standing in front of him. He drops his arm from Jesse's shoulder and tries to take a step toward me, but Jesse holds him back. His eyes traipse up and down my body, and my skin heats under his gaze. "You came," he manages to choke out. "And you don't look like trash," Jesse tells me with disdain. "Thank you?" I reply. I am not sure if that was a compliment or not. Kyle thrusts a cup in my direction but Zach snatches it before I can grab it. "She isn't drinking," he tells Kyle harshly. "Of course, Little Miss Goody Two Shoes wouldn't be drinking," Jesse snorts. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I snatch the cup away from Zach and drink it all in one gulp. It is horrible, and vomit rises in my throat. I have to fight it back down so I don't puke on the floor. The alcohol seems to go right to my head, and I begin to feel fuzzy. Jesse is laughing hysterically, and I begin to laugh with her, but I have no idea what we are laughing at. Kyle offers me another cup, and I drink it just as fast as the first. I slam the cup onto the table. The alcohol has loosened me up. "Let's go swimming," I shout as I begin to pull my dress over my head. As soon as, I rip off my dress, I notice that the kitchen has gone completely silent. I look down at myself but don't see anything wrong with my bikini. A loud whistle fills the air, and I turn to see a group of guys looking at me. I wave in their direction, and Zach shoves me behind him. "Damn, Beta," someone calls out to Zach. "Where have you been hiding your sister? Her body is phenomenal." Another guy slaps Zach on the back. "I am going to fuck your sister." Zach and Kyle growl loudly at the same time. Both of them come at me with a towel and try to cover my body. "Stop," I pout. "I want to go swimming." Wiggling my way out of the towel and rush toward the back door. I grab another cup off the counter and drink its contents as I make my way to the lake. People are staring at me as I pass, but I don't care. I am going to have fun for the first time in my life.