The Beta and His Human Mate

Chapter 8: Party Part 1

Ashtyn’s POV

            The rest of the week has gone by really quickly and it is already Friday. Things have been going well, as well as can be when one co-captain hates me. We have spent the last 3 days practicing cheers, stunts, and the half time routine since the first game is next Friday and it is home. As Casey said, I am a flyer, wasn’t the happiest about that. I have the upper body strength to be a base, but I was still made one. At least I trust my bases and back spotter, I was a little worried that Alexis, Rachel, or Trish would have been one of mine and I would have been dropped. But I am all good, Emily, Katie, and Rose won’t drop me, well they came close when we were practicing basket tosses. But I was okay. I have noticed that when we are practicing the guys always come in while we are practicing, so they could go lift weights. However, they would take a little extra time climbing the stairs. A few of the stunt group were practicing doing a basket toe touch, and I swear like 5 guys fell up the stairs. Two of the lingering eyes belonged to Scott and Aaron. Aaron was watching my group closely while Scott was watching Casey, hmmm wonder what’s going on there.

            Besides a couple of mishaps in cheer like almost being dropped and eating s**t during one of my tumble runs cheer is great. In addition, school has been going well too. I absolutely love my art teacher, Ms. Burns. On Wednesday she asked if I could meet with her during my lunch that day. It is so nice having a teacher that sees your potential, especially so fast.

**Flashback***

            I knock on the door before coming in and saying, “Ms. Burns you wanted to see me?”

            She smiled and said, “Yes, Ashtyn, take a seat.” While gesturing to the chair by her desk.

            She then cut right to the chase, “What are your plans after high school?”

            I played with my lip ring before answering her. I was worried if I told her my dreams would get destroyed right there. I sighed and decided to tell her, “Honestly, I would love to go to the School of the Art Institute of Chicago.”

            Her eyes light up when I said this, “I am so happy to hear that. I believe you have a really good chance of getting in there”

            I raise my brow at her, “Really, you think?”

            She nods before turning the monitor of her desktop so I could see what I was looking at. Then I noticed the picture of her screen was one of the paintings I did last year. It was one I did of many different flowers.

            She then said to me, “I reached out to your old art teacher the moment you got registered for my AP art class. I wanted to see if you were any decent.” She chuckled the last part before stating, “Your teacher sent me pictures that she had taken of your different pieces and I was amazed”

            She scrolled through a few more of my pieces before stopping on a painting of a little girl standing in front of a reddish-brown wolf with blue eyes. She was sitting on her hind legs while the little girl was stroking the wolf’s face.

            She looked at me, “You have a real talent for capturing raw emotions in your work. I was curious about what was going through your head when you painted this one.”

            I looked at the picture closing examining before saying, “I’m not sure. We were required to paint a piece that included an animal. I will be honest, I am scared of wolves and dogs but for some reason, I kept thinking of this wolf and I just had to paint her…What emotion do you think I was capturing here?”

            She looks at the picture before looking at me, “It seems like the two of them are longing for each other.” I just nodded at her not sure what to say, I never thought about that. But why would she be longing for that wolf and why isn’t she scared of her?

            She must have noticed my slight discomfort before changing the topic, “Well, I think you have a lot of really good pieces to choose from and I will help you pick the best ones for your portfolio. But I think you need something that is really daring and bold. Your next assignment is to create a statement with your work, and I want it to be bold. Since you are pretty much done with this week’s assignment you can start the one for next week tomorrow.”

            I think of an idea and I ask her if it would be bold enough and she says, “Yes, but why that specifically.” I tell her some of the details of my experiences she sympathizes with me and lets me know if I ever need anyone to talk to her door is always open.

            I thank her and head out of the classroom to make the last bit of lunch since I am starving.

**End of Flashback***

            I have been working on the assignment for the last two days and it is slowly coming together. I am channeling so much emotion into that piece and I just want it to be perfect.

            I am currently at my house with Sarah and Casey as the three of us get ready for the party. The two of them brought so many clothes with them and are even pulling more out of my closet my room is trashed. It's just they can’t figure out what to wear, well mainly Casey. Sarah has pretty much decided on one of those black v-shaped pencil skirts with a white fitted crop top with thin straps.

            I am sitting in my circle chair watching them freak out before Sarah looks at me and asks, “Aren’t you going to get ready.”

            I gesture to my outfit saying, “I am ready.” I am currently wearing a black cropped hoodie that reads, “Will the Real Slim Shady Please Stand Up” (I got it at the concert) with denim short shorts and black converse. I love dressing up.

            Casey looks at me in disbelief and says, “You are seriously wearing that.”

            I nod, “What else would I wear?”

            She walks over to my closet and pulls out my mid-thigh length leather dress with like 2-inch straps. She smiles and says, “This.”

            I shake my head, “Yeah, no. That is my ‘I am going to the club and I want guys to buy me free drinks’ dress.”

            Sarah looks at the dress and says, “Dude you would look hot in that.”

            I chuckle, “I do, that’s why I’m not wearing it. Don’t need any guys flocking to me.”

            Casey examines the dress before asking, “Well, if you won’t wear it can I?”

            Sarah and I both look at her confused before Sarah asks, “It’s not really your style.”

            She shrugs, “That’s the point. I am tired of being little miss innocent, well at least for tonight.” I have a feeling this is about a guy, maybe Scott perhaps?

            I ask, “Case, why not.”

            She plays with her hair, “I don’t know. You are like this super confident badass” yeah, I am not confident at all, I probably have worse self-esteem than Casey. Thanks to Ricky, telling me all the time that I am ugly and useless. I just fake it.

            She then gestures to Sarah saying, “Sarah is you know Sarah.” Sarah looks at her and says, “…thanks?”

            Casey chuckles slightly, “You know what I mean. You two are just so confident and sure of yourselves that I want that.”

            Wow, I must be really good at faking then. I sigh, “Casey, you don’t need to change yourself to be confident, you just need to believe in yourself and be you.”

            She looks in the mirror while still holding the dress, “I’m not trying to change myself, I just want to look really hot tonight.”

            I sigh and look at Sarah trying to figure out what she is thinking and she just shrugs. I then say to Casey, “Fine, you can wear it. And Sarah and I will help you finish getting ready.”

            I am still not 100% sure about this. I am worried that Casey is trying to impress a guy and she is going about it the wrong way. But maybe she is just doing this for her and trying to feel good about herself. I really hope it is the second.

            Sarah and I finish helping Casey get ready. I fix her makeup while Sarah did her hair. Sarah pulled it back into a tight ponytail while I gave her a slight smokey eye, trying to stay away from super dark colors though. Also, to dress the dress down a bit I give her a pair of red vans to match her lipstick.

            I take a step back to look at Casey and she just appears to look older and more mature. She has a very young look to her with her round face and big brown eyes. Honestly, she reminds me of Bambi, so I get the innocent comment. But she has an innocence to her. She sees it as a flaw where I see it as a gift. There are many days I wish I could get my innocence back.

            Casey stands up and looks in the mirror and smiles. Well at she likes it.

***

Casey’s POV

            I look at my reflection and I couldn’t be happier. This is exactly how I wanted to look. I look really hot in this dress, even my small breasts look larger because of how tight it is around the chest area and there is a small v cut in the dress so bonus.

            If I am being honest, I am doing this slightly for a guy. I just want him to notice me a little more. I always thought he saw me as Aaron’s little annoying sister. I am worried he just sees me as a little kid, yeah, we are only a year apart but what if that is all I will ever be to him.  I have always had a little crush on him when I was younger. I mean how can you not with his forest green eyes, dark brown almost black hair, his crooked smile where his lips come up a little higher on the left than the right, and his freaking dimples. But every girl has had a crush on him, and still, a bunch does, I included. I mean come on it is Scott Peterson. I still can’t forget that day he kissed me on my 16th birthday.

***Flashback***

            I was hanging out with Emily, Sarah, and a few other girls. I have always loved baking and decorating my sweets so for part of my party they created a cupcake decorating station. We were all decorating cupcakes when Scott texted me. I quickly washed my hands and pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw I had a text from Scott. I told my friends I would be right back and that I was heading to the bathroom.

            I started climbing the stairs wondering why Scott wanted to see me. He has done this in the past where he would ask to see me in private because he had a surprise for me, but usually, it was to do some prank, like when he put the frog in my dress when I was 10 or when I was 12 and he gave me a cupcake where he replaced the yellow icing with yellow mustard. But I was giving him the benefit of the doubt and decided to go meet him. Was that the reason why he wanted to see me?

            When he pulled me into that closet, I was scared, but I realized it was Scott and I just became annoyed. It was a trap; he did want to prank me. I thought we were past this now that I am 16. However, usually, when he is about to prank me, he would be smirking and I could see a glint of mischief in his eyes, but I didn’t see it this time. He looked nervous and scared for some reason. What is making the big bad alpha scared?

            But then he did it. He placed his hand on the small of my back and it sent some small shocks throughout my body. But when he kissed me, I was gone. The way his lips moved against mine and how I became so lost in that kiss. Scott was not my first kiss, but he was by far that kiss that makes you forget about all your previous ones.

            But then it dawned on me, why would Scott want to kiss me. Scott could have any girl that he wants, so why would he want plain boring me. Was this his prank this year? Did he know about my crush and wanted to make fun of me for it? I pulled away from him and frowned, I needed to know the truth about why he kissed me. But when I asked what that was, his response was nothing and asked if we could just forget about this. I get it, he was embarrassed about kissing me. That is why he wanted to forget about that kiss. He is ashamed that he kissed me, and I don’t blame him. I watched Scott walk out of that closet without looking back at me. I took a few deep breaths to calm down before returning to my party. I am just going to forget all about that kiss and move on.

***Flashback over***

            But I couldn’t forget it. How do you forget an amazing kiss that makes you forget about everyone before it? But that effect was just one-sided and he even looked disappointed after we did kiss. But the worst part of it all, was after we kissed it seemed like no guy had any interest in me.

            Guys would avoid talking to me and I have been stood up for a few dates. Am I really that bad, that no one wants me? So yeah, I wanted to look a little different tonight. Miss little innocent wasn’t cutting it, so maybe tonight in this dress some guys will actually show interest in me. I know it is all about being confident, and I do feel confident and good about myself.

            Since the three of us are done getting dressed we decide to pile into Sarah’s car and head over to the party. Sarah is DD since she isn’t planning on drinking too much and it would take a lot to get her drunk since she has her wolf her healing is way faster than mine since I still don’t have her. Ugh, I am getting so impatient.

            We find a parking spot on the street a couple of houses down and walk over to the party. Becky’s house is already packed. The three of us head inside and go to the kitchen to each get a drink. I pour myself some vodka and soda while Sarah and Ash both grab beers. I am not a fan of beer.

            We head over to the living room noticing that Aaron, Scott, and Connor are sitting on some couches. Sarah hurries right up to Connor and sits on his lap. Ashtyn and I walk up to them and I noticed that both Scott and Aaron are looking at my outfit. Scott’s eyes are trailing my body and his eyes are a little darker before looking upset, while Aaron looks pissed.

            Aaron stands up and looks at me while Ash is standing next to me. Aaron glares down at me saying, “What the f**k are you wearing?”

            Ash takes a sip of her beer and says, “Doesn’t she look hot?”

            Aaron shakes his head, “No, where did you get this dress? It makes you look like a baby prostitute.”

            Seriously Aaron aren’t you an ass, before I can say anything Ash speaks up saying, “Thanks, it’s mine.”

            I bite my tongue trying not to laugh as Aaron gets all flustered worrying that he just offended his mate. Yup Sarah and I know that the two of them are mates. We had some thought they were when she told us he growled at her, so we cornered Connor until he caved and told us. I look over at Scott, Sarah, and Connor doing the same thing. Knowing Ashtyn, she didn’t care.

            I take a seat on one of the couches while Ash sits next to me and Aaron does his best to apologize, “I’m sorry, please don’t think I was calling you that. I just don’t think it is appropriate for my baby sister.” Aaron, I’m not a baby, I’m freaking 16 and I can wear whatever I please. I don’t know why Scott looks upset at me now though. I didn’t do anything to upset you.

            Ashtyn shrugs before saying, “Oh I don’t care. I can’t tell you how many free drinks and phone numbers I have gotten from this dress, so I get it.” Ashtyn proceeds to take a sip out of beer not noticing the reaction in Aaron to that comment. Oh, Ash, you have no clue how much you push this guy’s buttons and it is funny.

            Aaron just sits and pouts while all of us talk for a bit before Ashtyn, I, and Sarah get up to dance. I was going to have fun tonight, if the guy I want to notice me isn’t going to look my way then screw him, because I saw plenty of guys looking at me when I walked in.

            After a while, Sarah went back to hang out with Connor so Ashtyn, I, and Emily from cheer started hanging out. I was drinking and flirting with guys and having a blast. We were in the backyard when a guy came up to us to flirt with Ash and oh my goddess, I almost peed my pants.

            The guy smirks and looks at Ash saying, “Hi, I am Brian. You are Ashtyn, right?”

            She nods her head so he looks her up and down before saying, “I heard about you did to Chris and Derek, man that is hot. And with all these piercings and tattoos, I bet you like it rough.” You did not just say that dude, like come on. You have no chance.

            Ashtyn gives Emily and me a cheeky smile before placing her finger on the guy's chest and drawing circles saying, “Yeah, I do. I am into some really kinky s**t, but I’m not sure if you could handle it.”

            He bites his lip and replies, “Oh baby, I can handle you.”

            She smiles, “oh really, do you want to know what I would do with you?”

            He nods his head eagerly as Ashtyn bites her finger. I look over to Emily and the both of us are trying our hardest not to laugh, we know she is shitting with him, but I want to hear what she has to say.

            Ash sighs out seductively. “Okay, well first you would be tied to my bed and naked. And I would be in my black baby doll and black high heels. I would then take my blindfold and slip it over your eyes because sensory deprivation just makes things so much better.” This guy is looking at her with so much lust, oh this guy is getting so turned on.

            “I would then take a feather to lightly touch you, before taking my n****e clamps and clamping both your nipples.” Yes, this is only going to get better. The guy is getting a little squirmy at that one, oh is this too much for you.

            Ashtyn must have noticed his slight worry so she rubs his arm saying, “Don’t worry I will get a turn with them as well. Then after that, I would stand up on the bed and tower you as I bring my heel right down on your balls.”

            His eyes go wide as he protectively covers his groin and squeaks out, “What?”

            She shrugs, “What, I told you I am into some really kinky s**t. Oh, I should also tell you” She looks down at his groin before looking back at him saying, “I’m a biter” then clamps her teeth at him.

            He backs away saying, “You’re f*****g crazy” before running off.

            The three of us burst out in laughter and Emily chokes out, “That poor kid is both turned on and terrified.”

            Ash laughs again, “I know, and that my friends, is how to get a specific perv to never flirt with you again.”

            The three of us laugh and grab a few more drinks. And go back to dancing and hanging out. I will be honest I have drunk a lot tonight and I feel pretty drunk.

            I look at Ash and Emily saying, “Hey, I am going to head in and go to the bathroom then grab something to eat.”

            Emily asks, “Do you want us to come with you?”

            Emily and Ash are not even close to as drunk as I am, and I know they are a little concerned because they have tried to slow me down earlier. But I don’t want to, I don’t care if these guys are flirting with me, because the one I want won’t even look my way as girls flock to him.

            I shake my head, “No, I should be fine.” They hesitantly agree and say they will be at the fire when I am done.

            I head inside and make my way to the bathroom.