Chapter Four
Vanessa
"Vanessa Reed! Zayne Frost is sitting in our driveway, waiting for you! Why is Zayne Frost sitting in our driveway waiting for you, Nessie? Are you going somewhere with Zayne Frost? Why didn't you tell me you were going somewhere with Zayne Frost?"
I sit up in bed, a layer of sweat coating my forehead from that stupid dream. My skin feels warm, and I'm out of breath, but seeing Mom in my room, pouting at me, shocks me into awareness. It was light outside, and Mom was yelling at me about Zayne. "What?"
"Zayne Frost is in the driveway waiting for you."
I gasp and jump out of bed. Yanking my curtains apart, I look out the window and spot Zayne leaning against his truck, his sunglasses hiding his gaze, but his head is tilted up, like he's staring right at me. I open up the window and lean out. "I'm so sorry! I'm running late!"
I swear I can see his bottom lip twitch, but he just shrugs and says, "Okay."
"Sorry! I'll be right down. Give me fifteen minutes." I slam the window shut and hurry around my room, throwing things into my suitcase. My mom stands in the middle of my room, still pouting, lecturing me about making plans without telling her.
"When was I supposed to tell you, Mom? During your sexy time last night? That was the only time I saw you since I ran into Zayne."
"Nessie, you just got here." She grabs me by the wrist and pulls me to stand in front of her. "Where are you running off to this time?"
I give her a reassuring smile and hug her tight, thankful that she smells like her familiar lavender self with hints of lemon from the soap she uses and not like the aftermath of whatever they got up to last night.
I shudder just thinking about it.
"I'll only be gone for the weekend, Mom. The guys asked me to go up to the cabin with them, and I really need to focus on writing for a bit. I thought it would be the perfect place to do it."
I let go of her, and she grunts. "You're going with all three of them? A pack of alphas?"
"Yep." I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. "I need to get ready, or Zayne will leave without me."
"Please, that boy is not going anywhere without you," she says with a look in her eyes I didn't trust, but I didn't have the time to question it.
"Can I have some privacy, please?" I shoo her away before closing the bathroom door and making quick work of showering.
After, I put on some clean underwear and my favorite knitted sweater with a pair of comfy jeans and my worn-out sneakers.
I didn't bother washing my blonde hair last night and slept with it in a bun, so I pull it out and quickly brush it.
I debate putting on some makeup; the dark circles under my honey brown eyes tell me I should, but I really don't feel like it, so I skip it.
I grab my suitcase and everything else I'll need for the weekend before heading downstairs.
I'm horrified but not surprised to find Mom outside, talking to Zayne and waving a finger in his face.