Claws, Fangs, and Fur, Oh My!

I wake up to the irritating beeping of my alarm clock, just another day in hell. I drag myself out of bed and start to get ready for work, "Where the hell are my pants?" I groan and sift through all the clothes littering my floor. I sighed and settled on a pair of ripped up black jeans that are borderline stripper. They had ripped all the way up the thigh and below my ass. I threw on a smashing pumpkins shirt, a black leather jacket, black hightops, and my messenger bag over my shoulder. I grabbed my keys and walked to my job at the local recording studio. "Yo! Phoenix, slow the hell down!" I heard my friend Mikey yell, "Oh hey, sorry Mikes," I laughed, "Damn, for a girl with short legs you walk pretty fast," he smiled. "Shut up!" I punched his arm, we walked into the studio and I sat down at the reception desk, what a fun job. Mikey came up and sat on the counter, "so I was thinking-," I gasped, "Really? That is so out of character for you" I laughed. "Oh haha very funny. This is serious, I told my brother about you and he seemed really interested. Would you pleeeeeease go on a date with him?" He said giving me puppy dog eyes. "Mikey, I told you not to, you know I could never be in a serious relationship with someone because of my little, 'condition', I guess we can call it." I looked down and being to write down todays agenda, "Please! Just one date! Im tired of you being a hoe and sleeping with the first guy you see during your little 'phases', I love you, but youre going to get diseases," he said trying to be serious. "Youre not going to let this go are you?" I sighed, "Nope! Heres his number, give him a call after work!" He quickly wrote down the number before I had a chance to change my mind. I went back to work and wondered if his brother- Gerard if I remember correctly- would actually like me. The only time guys find me attractive is when their drunk or im working at the strip club to pay my bills. I sigh again, I can almost never make rent and my bank account is suffering. Also having to call off work for a week each month isnt helping either. Im not like your average girl living in New Jersey, Im a werewolf. Cliché right? Wrong. The movies are totally inaccurate, first off we arnt all super sexy, second when im shifted everything with a heartbeat is going to be killed if I can get to it, and lastly, I go into heat a week prior to the full moon- explaining why I cant go anywhere-. It sucks major ass. I stand up to walk a band to the recording booth they will be in, "Damn, shortys got a nice ass," one said, slipping his finger in the rips in the back of my jeans. "Would you be so kind and fuck off?" I said with a smile, I knew these jeans were a bad decision. He pulled me into his body, "ive seen you before, thats it! you work at the strip club not to far from here sometimes," he said into my ear. I had to supress a growl, "look, here is your room, now leave me alone" I walked up next to Mikey for some sort of protection, "This is Mikey, he is the technichian for this booth, so play nice" I muttered, "Id rather play with you," the jackass said with a smile. "Oh no no, she is hot, but she would put a knife through your neck in a heart beat, trust me." I heard Mikey say, I smiled and sat back down at the front desk. The rest of the day went pretty slow, not much happened other then me zoning out. I grabbed my bag and jacket from under the desk and walked out. "Maybe they got the new issue of that comic ive been reading," I thought to myself. I walked into the store and browsed for a few minutes, then I remembered I was supposed to call Mikeys brother. I pulled out my phone and the ripped off piece of paper Mikey gave me. I stared at the dialed number for a few minutes, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you getting so nervous? Its a fucking phone call! You make phone calls all day!" I lectured myself. I pressed call and heard the ringing, "Hello?" "Oh- um, hi! Im Mikeys friend Phoenix, he uh- gave me your number" I said stuttering "Oh! Hey! Im Gerard, hes told me all about you!" I felt a sudden pang of fear, "are you available?" "Um- yeah, I was just buying some comic books- we could meet at the café on 3rd," I said. "Yeah! That would be great, ill be there in about 15 minutes!" I could hear the smile in his voice. "Mkay, see you then" I said about to hang up, "Wait! How will I know its you?" He almost yelled. "Oh! im wearing a smashing pumpkins shirt" I said awkwardly. "Great! I love them! I will be there soon, oh and I have red hair, ill be hard to miss. Bye!" He sounded very genuine- and attractive "Bye!" What have I gotten myself into?

Notes

So, I've been working on this story for a while, tell me if you want me to continue!

Until next time, killer kittens!