Chris’ P.O.V.

“So, how do you have money?” I ask justifiably confused.

“You of all people know that I don’t go anywhere without money.”

“Yea, I know that. But you said that you weren’t really thinking when you came here. So, you weren’t really thinking but you still stopped to think ‘hay I might need money’. But you didn’t stop to think ‘hey I might die’?”

“No. I had it on me before I decided to come here.” She answers, looking a little tired. It must be because she didn’t sleep well in the bathroom. Oh, and her body still got a lot of healing to do.

‘No. it’s because you said that you wouldn’t ask questions.’

‘Dam it. I forgot about that.’

Opening the shop door, I gesture for her to go in. And she does; while rolling her eyes that is.

“I still think that it should be my shout.” Saying this I can see everyone heads snap in our direction.

“No.” she too noticing the spying eyes.

“Come on. You almost died. It’s the least that I can do.” Making it seem like I didn’t notice them either. 

“No, Chris.” And she walks straight into the women’s section.

How come women barely take a few seconds to find the women’s section but men take hours to find the men’s? And why is the men’s section so much smaller than the women’s? No, seriously. The only clothes that I like look so similar that it looks like I’m wearing the same clothes all the time.

“Uh. I can not deal with this colour right now.” Shayla, waving her hand over all the brightly coloured dresses, shirts and skirts. It makes me laugh. Classic Shayla.

“I remember a time where your favourite colour was luminescent coral orange.” Sitting down as I watch her make her way throw the clothes.

“I was five.” She stats quite blankly.
Sister, you’ll never know how much I’ve missed having you around.

‘You’ve wanted her here to share this experience with her ever since you got the beta role.’

‘If she was by my side, I would have gotten the bate role a lot faster.’

‘If she was with you that day are you sure that she would still be with us today?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘If she was with you that day. The mere fact that there were two of you would not have been in your favour. They could have killed you both. Or killed one of you and let the other live. Even if Alx had let the both of you live. She would have been turned too. Do you think she would have survived?’

‘I’m sorry do you not have access to my memorise?’

‘Not all of them. No.’

‘Well… she most definitely would have survived. Even still I would never put her through anything like that. That was fucking painful. What I meant was her being at my side would have made it easier. I’m just saying that two of us make a good team; when we’re not at each-other's, throats that is.’

“Here could you hang onto these for me?” Shayla, handing me a pile of clothes before disappearing again.  

I probably should be keeping a close eye on her, encase anything goes wrong. Na, that would irritate her too much. She’ll be ok. She is Shay after all. And she’s still pretty close. Not even three 3m away. If need be, I’ll be by her side in a few seconds.

I might as well look at the stuff she’s getting.
“Black. Black. Black. Black. Black with printing. More black. Black with bat-man symbol; makes sense. Black. Black. More black. And more black. Hay, blue jeans. Wow, something that isn’t black.”  

Back from where ever she went, Shay’s standing in front of me and giving me a questioned look. A pair of black sneakers and an assortment of black and grey spots underwear in her arms.

“It’s a good thing that you don’t have a boyfriend.”

She tilts her head at me.

“I would have to kill him for seeing you in your boring underwear. Poor guy. Imagen blacks and greys being the last thing you’ll ever see.” I state dramatically, making myself laugh.

She just rolls her eyes at me.
“Well, you don’t have to worry then. The chance of anyone getting that close to me is little to none.” She stats plainly, sitting down next to me.

I wonder why she still thinks that. I don't really see a reason. Yea, she's a bit strange and a little crazy. But that isn't really a reason. I have asked her numerous times before, but every time she would never answer. Well, never answered truthfully. Maybe I shouldn't ask. Save us both the frustration. 

“Is black your favourite colour or something?”

“No. my favourite colour is red. And black isn’t a colour, it’s a shade.”

I roll my eyes at her. So smart hay.
“Then what’s with all the black? Are you an emo or something?”

“No, I’m not an emo.” She laughs.
“Black compliments all colours. Other than a sad washed out excuse of pink. That and black don’t go together. Well, that colour doesn’t go with anything really. And black is hard to stain. Well… harder to stain.” She explains.

“Whatever floats your boat.” Shaking my head, with a laugh.

Swiftly standing up, Shayla starts to walk away.

“Where are you going?”

“To go and pay.” Giving me a funny look.

“Aren’t you going to try them on?”

“No. Why would I do that?”

“To see if they fit.” Now it's my turn to give her a funny look.

“Na, I know my size.”

 “I’m pretty sure that your size has changed. You’ll be drowning in these clothes, Shayla.”

“I’ll be fine. I won’t be like this forever. I’m not going to go shopping again. You know I hate shopping.” Leaving to find the line.

“Right forgot about that.” Following her with a slight frown of confusion on my face.

She joins the line and waits patiently. Everyone’s head’s snap in our direction again. I can sense their anger and worry. I know she’s well aware of their gaze but pays no mind to it. Something that she has learned to master; the ability to seam unaware. The spying eyes only widen as I stand next to her. And become even larger when I place my hand on her shoulder.

“Shay?” Asking if she’s ok. I know that she doesn’t want to fight them just as much as they want her gone. And this is probably bringing up some bad memories, considering our school life.

“I’m fine. You still have the same phone number, right?” quickly changing the subject as she grabs a basket. Chucking everything that she had in her arms into it. Gesturing me to do the same.

“Yes, my phone number is the same. Why?” doing as she asked

“I’m just wondering.” Taking a step along with the line.

“At the moment my phone is sitting on top of a counter. Has been for about four years. I occasionally take it with me when I travail. Should I start carrying it with me?”

“No, you don’t need to do that. I’m not an invalid just yet.” with a small smile on her face. The things that she can hide behind that smile.

“There is no time for your attempt at hummer. Shay." When is she going to understand that she can't just play everything down? "A lot can go very wrong very, very quickly. I’m not going to be able to be with you all time. You are aware of that, right?”

She shouldn’t be here. She really shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous

‘Don’t worry anyone that harms a hair will die a quickly but painfully.’

‘No, you can’t do that.’

‘Never said it would be.’

‘Then who would it be? Don’t get me wrong I’d praise the guy/ girl. The mere thought of someone hurting her makes me angry. Not killing those that have harmed her already is extremely difficult.’

‘That I can’t tell you.’

‘Why?’

‘Respect.’

‘So, out of respect, you can’t tell me? You're inside my head. We share the same body. And you can't tell me out of respect. You’re crazy.’

‘Yes, I can’t tell you out of respect. You’ll just have to find out on your own. I could still be wrong.’

‘Fuck you’re irritating.’

“That came to 187.90.” cashier falling to hide his anger.

“Here-” about to pay the guy, I’m cut off by Shay’s sigh of disapproval. Turning to face her I see that she’s giving me a black look. She’s trying not to say anything that the others would see as disrespectful.

“Fine. You pay for it.” Putting my hands up in the surrender position and taking a step back. Oh, shit. Probably not the best thing to have done. 

“Thank you.” She says politely to me.
“Thank you.” She says to the cashier with a smile as she pays the bill. Grabbing all her bags, Shayla casually starts to walk away.

“Girl.” Cashier.

Shayla turns her head to face him.

“Watch your back.” Cashier.

Shayla nods politely and continues walking. He just fucking threatened her. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath in and open my mouth to speak. But before I can the cashier beats me to it. That there was enough for me to kill him.  

“Does the Alpha know of her presence here?”

“Yes, he does.” I answer. Smiling angrily before allowing my face to become serious and cold. Taking a step closer to him.

“Do not threaten her again.” Looking him dead in the eyes. Making sure my warning stuck. And it did. But I still don't move. I'm not going to until he really gets it. Until he gets what I mean and not just what I said. Until he understands what I'll do. 

“Having some trouble, Chris?” I can hear Alx’s voice, but I don’t bother to answer him.

“Chris?” Alx placing his hand on my shoulder.