Bonus chapter

hi! I felt bad for mixing up names, two chapters in a row. So a free bonus chapter from Olive's pov. Olive not Meave, lol.

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Olive’s pov

“I had just broken up with my boyfriend of six months, when Ari started hitting on me. I know, six months doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is when you’re seventeen. I needed a rebound. It’s sound awful, but honestly it’s a way to cope. A way to get over someone.”

She just looked at me, not sure where I was going with this. So I continued.

“Sure, I could try and look for someone I actually care about, but then I would be taking out all my old baggage on him. I needed a bit of fun and Ari delivered. While hanging out with Ari that week, I met Jake. He was shy and probably not into me. I mean, I’m not sure what his type is, but I figured it’s not a girl with her hair dyed two different color, that plays the drums for fun. But maybe it is, I might have known if he actually said something.”

“Didn't need to know that part about Ari, "delivering." But you’re a great person. He might like you.”

“Thanks! I saw him chatting to this women in a coffeeshop and he looked so relaxed. He was actually talking! He was laughing and looked happy. I felt happy for him and a bit jealous. I know, I have no right to be, but ever since that week I might have had a little tiny crush on him.”

“Why are you sharing this with me, honey?” Mom asked, “I know you have friends and I think it’s healthy if we have some boundaries. Knowing about your sex-life might be a bit too much.”

I laughed, “too much?! Mom, you showed me how to use a condom when I was fourteen. You were one of the first people I told when I lost my virginity. We are way past that.”

Mom sighed, “it’s just, that’s going to be our Alpha one day. How can I look at him, knowing he had casual sex with my baby?”

I rolled my eyes, “he has had casual sex with almost every single women or girl in this pack. I can’t believe he actually met his mate and is going to be in a commited relationship. She seemed really nice too.”

“So, why don’t you go talk to Jake?”

I grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter and took a big bite, “well, because my eighteenth birthday is next month, so it might be a waste of time anyway.”

“Stop talking with your mouth full, honey. But you could become friends, at least? Seeing as your telling me all this, you could use some more friends.”

“Mom! I have friends. They were just busy.”

“And?” mom asked raising her eyebrow suspiciously.

“And they might not really be okay with me liking Jake. They already hated when I dated Ari for that week. It’s not good for my street cred.”

Mom laughed, mocking me. “Street cred. You’re the drummer in a crappy rock band, what street cred?”

Mom was the one who actually bought me the drum set. She probably regretted it, because I was really loud, but it was too late now. She and dad are really into music, mostly rock and I grew up listening to Metallica, Korn and the Foo Fighters. I’m more into punk right now, especially female singers, like Willow Smith or Paramore.

Our little band consist of only women, we're like this feminist punk rock group. So telling them I’m into one of the popular kids, that used to ignore or tease us, kind of goes against our image. I mean, they’re good enough friends to accept Jake if I fell in love with him or if he was my mate. But I couldn't really have this talk with them. Jake doesn’t even like me, so it doesn’t matter anyway.

“Are you done monologuing? I know that face, honey. You’re telling an entire story inside your pretty little head. If you aren’t sure it’s worth it, just wait until your birthday. But you know what’s really punkrock? Not caring about what people look like or what group they belong to and actually getting to know them.” Mom said.

“How did you know I was thinking that?”

Mom laughed, while walking out of the kitchen. “Because I’m your mom, honey and you’re kind of predictable.”

“I'n not! I hate you.”

She popped her head back into the kitchen, “no, you don’t.”

“I don’t. Thanks mom.”

She walked back out again yelling through our house, “YOU’RE WELCOME!”