Chapter 20– Drinks and secrets

Bloyd's POV

Chapter Soundtrack: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

I was awakened the next morning by the weight of some clothings being flung at me. I gave a low, throaty growl of annoyance as I stretched my arms overhead and yawned. Arabella's voice followed.

"Here's some training wear. It's morning, already. Best time to train."

"Train?" I stretched again and squinted my eyes to get a better look at her. If only she knew how much I would like to bash her head into the wall this instant for waking me up. "For what?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "The fight training, duh. You promised you'd teach me how to fight starting from today so I could learn how to defend myself the next time I get bullied."

I frowned deeply. "What do you mean, teach you how to fight?"

She laughed now. "It seems you must've forgotten all the events of last night, haven't you."

"I remember heading home with you after the ball party." I forced myself to sit up on the bed, hissing at myself as a throbbing headache cradled me. I stared down at the clothes she had thrown at me—a pair of tight jeans and a cropped top. 

"No." Arabella sat herself beside me on the bed. "After the party."

My frown deepened and I tried to recollect the events of last night but couldn't remember past the moments we had rode home from the party. 

"Seems you're still having a hangover. Let me help boost your memory." She smiled at me, her eyes dancing in excitement. "Last night, we drown ourselves in alcohol and wines after the party. More like an after party but only for the both of us."

The memories of the drinks we had together finally seemed to cross my mind as she narrated. 

"And then, you kept going on and on about how you are a trained fighter who is undefeatable."

Hearing those words from her caused my heart to stop beating for a moment and I tried my best not to show my shock. Did I really say that kind of thing to her? What other things about myself did I tell her in my drunken state?

"And then, you mentioned that you were a werewolf just like the rest of us and only waiting for the right time to devour your parents' killers." She added while playing with the flowery patterns in the bed covers.

I was overwhelmed by so much disbelief now. There was absolutely no way that I had gone that far to saying something as stupid as that to her. But when the memories of all that had happened last night came flooding in, I confirmed that I had truly said those things to her while we drank on the staircase. We had consumed every bottle of liquor that we could lay our hands on, while laughing and saying stupid things. And then, I had opened my big mouth to reveal some of my secrets to her.

I wondered if she believed any of the things I said. If she believed me, then I would have to finish her this instant. I would hit her in the most vulnerable section of her body where I wouldn't be suspected of being her murderer. Instead, they would believe she died a natural death. Wallace taught of all these things.

"Do you by any chance, believe any of those things I said last night?" I asked her and she raised her head to look at me, her lips pursed and her eyes squinted as though she was having a thought. My heart pounded as I waited for a response. Somehow, a part of me wished she wouldn't believe those things I said, so I wouldn't have to kill her. 

"Actually…." She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "No, I don't."

I sighed in deep relief.

"I wouldn't believe those things even if you were in your right senses. You are one tough girl, Bloyd. You don't need to cook up stories to appear tougher than you already are. Besides, who would believe those kind of things coming from a girl who was completely wasted by alcohol." She laughed now. I faked a smile.

She got up from the bed again. "Anyway, get dressed. I'll wait for you at the training field."

Without waiting for my reply, she walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. After she had left, I managed to get myself out of bed, sucking in air and cussing at the headache from the hangover of last night.

"Fuck." I strode to the full length mirror in the room and stared at my reflection. I was still clothed in the dress from last night. I couldn't believe I was so wasted to not remember to change into something comfy before sleeping. This was the first time I had let my guard down and as much as I hated it, it intrigued me. I felt tempted to do so every now and then. But I caught myself from manifesting the thought. I could never let my guard down. Not if I want to fulfil my destiny.

This would be the last time I spend with Arabella. After today, I would never let that little bitch creep her way into my heart again. Not even her brother who made my heart flutter. 

Would he be at the training field this morning? 

Someone, I caught myself blushing at the thought of crossing paths with him at the training field and I stopped myself immediately.

What in the name of the gods! How the hell do I turn off these kind of thoughts from ever crossing my mind again?!