Don't You Dare

Danica

We reached the pack house in no time and was surprised to see it full. Normally people were either at work or at their apartments at the time of the day.

They all looked up when they noticed us, they greeted me and then transferred their gaze to Danica, who had a blank look on. Some looked at her with respect, some with disdain and some just stared.

"What's it like being a celebrity?." Vincent came up behind us smirking at Danica.

"What's it like being a jerk?." Danica asked back.

"What's it between you two?." I added.

Danica shrugged, "I don't know his deal, I guess he just gets off on being a jerk to me."

"Really Danica?You don't know what you did?." Vincent asked, now glaring.

"Doesn't matter anyway, I don't care what I did," Danica faced me,"so what are we doing here?."

I frowned at Danica, "Don't Tell me you don't know what people come to do at the pack house?."

"I never really had a reason to come here." She answered.