Fated is overrated

Lola POV

Nadia has me helping out the bartender, setting up the bar and stocking it. Before I know it, the first guests have already arrived and I am still helping the bartender along. But I don't mind as it keeps me distracted from all the ogling eyes staring at me like always but this time it's different as I am really out of my comfort zone. The bartender is a really nice guy to talk to anyway, so time passes by swiftly while the guests are piling in and the music from the DJ is booming.

After settling my nerves and having thought most school and pack mates had seen me by now (Nadia's parents have also invited some of their friends' children from other packs), I chug a few shots down and step out from the bar and start to look for Nadia and Jason.

I have never drank any alcohol actually, but tonight I am letting loose. Whilst looking for them I see Chris and his posse have arrived at the party. Luckily, they haven't noticed me in the crowd yet though. I see a girl on Chris' lap straddling him - same as always. I don't recognize the girl as she is probably one of the girls from another pack.

He barely even pays attention to the girl as he continues to talk to his friends. He just uses women as objects and doesn't see them as actual people. And right on cue as always, Chris says something to the girl and she unromantically walks behind him to follow him to the bedroom. Another girl willing to let herself be used for his pleasure.

I start looking around for Nadia and Jason again when I notice Ashton staring directly at me, his eyes locking with mine.

Somehow, I don't see his normal face of disgust when looking at me, although I can't quite figure out the look on his face. It's as if he doesn't recognize me looking like this. Which is perfect, as I do not have any intention of interacting with any of them. I hope they all fail to recognize me.

I quickly head back to the bar to ask my befriended bartender for some more shots. He gives me a scolding look asking "are you sure about this?". I nod my approval and ask for 4 shots. All or nothing tonight. He shakes his head, watching me down all the shots at once and gives me a concerning look. I smile at him and turn on my heels to look for Nadia again.

As I walk away I notice I am feeling fuzzy, a nice kind of fuzzy. Is this the alcohol already? Aren't werewolves supposed to be more resistant to alcohol? Lost in my thoughts, I bump into someone as I yell my "sorry" and try to walk on

further, I notice the guy I bumped into is not from our pack. And also, he is openly staring me up and down. I raise my eyebrows. "What? Never seen a female before?" which is apparently funny, since he laughs. It wasn't

meant to be funny though. I hate people staring at me as it is always followed by bullying and belittling.

"Sorry for staring but.. you just look.. breathtaking". I take a few seconds (the alcohol is slowing down my senses) to assess the guy's face to see if he is mocking me, but as far as my judgement can tell, it seems like a genuine response. "Thanks. Gotta go. So you can breathe again" I reply quite b*tchy (as I am), but he only laughs in response while watching me walk out of sight.

I finally find Nadia and Jason, both of them are talking to some people I don't know. As they spot me, they wave me over "Lola! Come meet our friends from Red Crest pack". I walk over to them as their friends are staring at me. The girls in the group look at me snarking, while the guys have a look on their faces I can't quite figure out.

Nadia introduces me to all of them while Jason goes to stand right by my side. I am not too drunk to notice he is trying to tell other guys to back off with his stance right next to me, which makes me chuckle inwardly. Normally, I would find this annoying. But as I don't feel like getting any unwanted attention, I am OK with him staking a small claim. As the servants bring us shots, we toast on our eighteenth birthday.

Only 1 more hour to go! As we have just finished the first shot, the guy I had just bumped into walks over as he seems to be a part of this group. He is holding two drinks of which he hands me one, much to the dismay of Jason and one of the girls from this group in particular, as she gives me a hard glare. If looks could kill. "I'm fine thanks.

It looks like the girl over there would like the drink though" I say as I nod my head in her direction. The guy scoffs and retorts "I'm sure she does. But I am giving it to you, not her. Jason doesn't seem so happy, are you two a couple?" "no, he and Nadia are my best friends". He nods while keeping an eye on Jason.

From the corner of my eye I see Chris heading upstairs with another girl yet again. No wait - two girls are following him. None of them being the girl from before.

Is this guy for real?! I chuckle sarcastically. Wow. This is the exact reason why I am adamant on staying single. Men are slaves to their desires, plunging their d*cks into anyone who would let them. It really utterly disgusts me and makes my skin crawl. How would any girl like to be second or even third in line in one night? If I ever were to be intimate with any guy - it would be someone worthy, someone I chose, someone who is also a virgin and waiting for the one just like me.

But that is just an utopia in this world nowadays. I think even Jason has gone all the way a few girls in the past and he is the most decent guy I know.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The guy brings me out of my thoughts by introducing himself as Jeremy. Ok cool, Jeremy. Wow, I think I am an even bigger *sshole when tipsy. I smirk at my own thoughts.

"Lola" I reply shortly before turning my gaze to the bar. " Do you guys mind if I steal Lola from you for a bit to get some shots?" I hear him ask Nadia and Jason.

Although Jason seems to be burning holes into Jeremy's skull, Nadia doesn't seem to notice and gives the all clear. Not that I particularly want to join him in a drink, but I was wanting to get a drink. I am intending to get sh*tfaced tonight.