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in thirty minutes. Get moving. We all know how long it takes you to become a person in the morning. I swear you're as bad as Jacque," Sally admonished as she grabbed Jen's hand and pulled her off the bed, pushing her in the direction of the bathroom.
    "Bloody hell, Sally. I'm up," Jen whined. As she closed the bathroom door, Sally heard her mumble, "Note to self, lock bedroom door at night to keep perky morning people out."
     
    Jen stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a towel wrapped around her, and combed the tangles from her wet hair. She wasn't going to lie to herself and say she wasn’t nervous about today – she was beyond nervous knowing he was here. Decebel, the werewolf she couldn't seem to let go of, no matter what her mind was telling her. Her heart was giving her mind the finger.
    Jen jumped at the sound of Sally banging on the bathroom door.
    "Okay, sleeping beauty, let's go. You're not going to a beauty contest."
    Jen snatched the door open. "Try a different Disney character Thelma, 'cause in order for me to be Sleeping Beauty I would have to be asleep." Jen's words came out a little louder than she intended, but Sally didn't seem to be phased by it.
    "Okay, Jen. Talk. What's up?" Sally narrowed her eyes. Her best friend was wound tighter than a roll of fishing twine.
    Jen stepped out of the bathroom and headed towards the closet. She grabbed a pair of underwear and a bra from the dresser and began sifting through clothes. Finally settling on a pair of low rise Levi's and a warm fleece pullover, she stepped out of the closet and took a deep breath. "I'm nervous. Decebel's back, as in he's here in the mansion, which means the chances of me seeing him are much greater than when he was gone."
    Sally stepped up to her friend and wrapped her arms around her for a quick hug. "He's really gotten to you." It wasn't a question. Sally had never seen steady, confident Jen in such turmoil.
    "I need to do something, Sally. I don't know what but I can't stand this. I've never wanted a guy I couldn't have. As conceited as that sounds, truth is truth."
    Sally's finger was tapping her lips as she closed her eyes in thought.
    "Um, what's cooking in that sadistic brain of yours?" Jen asked nervously.
    Sally's eyes snapped open. "I was just thinking that maybe if you met someone else then you could get past your furry problem."
    "My furry problem? Really? You make it sound like I have abnormal leg hair growth or something." Jen rolled her eyes.
    "Look." Sally stopped Jen before she could walk out of the room. "Let's just give it a go. You, me, and Jacque – tonight. We'll get Sorin to take us somewhere where there are going to be guys. Then you can do your thing."
    "My thing?" Jen asked, raising her eyebrows.
    "Yeah. You know, your thing. The hottie hunting thing."
    Jen laughed. "Man, it sounded like such a good idea at the time."
    Sally groaned. "Oh, come on, Jen."
    Jen interrupted her before Sally could continue. "Don’t. Don't do that whiny voice."
    "Then say you will go tonight," Sally challenged. "Or are you chicken?"
    "You really like living on the edge, don't you, Thelma?"
    "Hey, I'm just calling it how I see it." Sally shrugged.
    Jen growled as she threw her head back. Sally knew she couldn't stand to be called a chicken. Jennifer Adams was many things, but a chicken was not one of them.
    "Fine, I'll go." She paused, thinking about Sally's idea. "I think a night out is just what the doctor ordered."
    "Excellent." Sally grinned, rubbing her hands together in suppressed glee.
    "Man, you scare me sometimes, Sal. Truly, you do." Jen grabbed Sally's hand and began walking towards the bedroom door. "Let's do this."
     
     
    "If that tutor tries to cram anything else into my head, I swear it's going to explode," Jacque whined.
    "I feel ya. This three hours a day is kicking my super fine butt." Jen groaned as she slid into a seat in the dining room. "I mean, I get that she has to get seven hours of school into three, but