23 PICKING HER UP FOR SCHOOL

Clem smiled, as he heard Emma call his name. She remembered after all. He thought. For a second, he had thought that she wouldn't recall.

"Your voice sounds so drowsy." He said. "Were you sleeping when I called?" He asked.

"Yes of course. What else would I be doing?" Emma said, slurring the words at the end. It was totally apparent that she was still under the influence of sleep.

"Emma…" Clem drawled.

"Yes.." She slurred back, still pondering on why he had decided to spoil her beauty sleep. The guy just didn't know the right time to call. She thought. She wasn't a morning person; never has been.

It was Amelia who always made sure that she was up for school in the mornings. She has also lost count of how many times she had thrown her alarm across the room. One time it had smacked her father squarely on the face. It never budged though; it still rang punctually every morning to her annoyance.

"Today is Monday.." He said, laying a strong southern drawl on the Monday; as if to get a point across.

"Clem…" Emma called, sitting up fully on her bed. She was pissed off now.

Did the guy just interrupt her sleep on Monday morning to tell her that it was Monday? What's wrong with him? She thought. Of course she knew it was a Monday. So what about it..

"Yes.." Clem said, after waiting for some time to hear her talk. Didn't the human know what today was? He thought.

"Why did you call?" She asked.

"Well today is Monday, and we …."

"I know it's Monday, what about it?" Emma queried hotly, interrupting him halfway. Didn't he know he was asking for trouble, disturbing her sleep?

"We agreed that I will pick you up today for school." Clem rushed off, knowing that the human's annoyance was hanging on a thin thread.

"Schoo…Oh my God!!" Emma screamed, remembering that today was her first day in college, and Clem had promised to pick her up. How did I forget that? She muttered to herself, placing her right thumb on her lips.

Taking a glance at the bedside clock, she screamed again, throwing off the bed sheets from her body and standing up quickly; the phone still held tightly to her ear. She had just remembered that she had to meet the rector by 7:15am. The time was 7:30am already; and she hadn't even taken her bath.

"Clem.." She called, hoping that he was still active on the phone.

"Yes.." Clem replied, trying to hold in his laughter; knowing that the human wouldn't take it lightly if she heard him laughing. She really had a hot temper, and a short memory too. He thought.

He couldn't believe that she had already forgotten what they had discussed yesterday. Or was it the sleep? He couldn't tell.

"Could you still pick me.. I know you might…" She was still saying, when he cut her off.

"It is okay Emma. I will be at your house in the next ten minutes, 5mins top. Just be ready." He said, smiling.

"Oh my gee…thanks Clem." She replied, disconnecting the call.

Clem smiled as he stared at his phone. One step taken, few more to go. He wondered whether she would be as feisty as she was, in bed. He hoped so. He was really counting on it.

"Hey Clem.."

Clem turned, to see his twin staring at him. He hadn't seen her come into his room. He hoped that she didn't overhear his conversation with Emma.

"Why are you smiling at your phone?" She asked, walking closer to him while making an attempt to collect the gadget from his hand.

"It's none of your business Claire." He replied hotly, remembering at that moment that she had bullied Emma at the eatery. He knew that she was a piece of work that was very obsessed with Derek; but he also prayed that she wouldn't cross Emma's path. They will tear each other apart. The two were both feisty.

"Hmm, okay." She said, making a movement like she was about leaving, but turning around sharply at the last moment, snatching the phone from him.

Clem was speechless, he had been taken unawares. He thought she was about leaving, and had loosened his grip on the phone. He had forgotten that his sister was a sly wolf, and they were twins. So she almost matched him in agility and speed.

"Emma??" Claire muttered as she unlocked her brother's phone, trying to remember where she had heard the name. it sounded familiar. "Oh right, that petty human in the eatery." She mused to herself. But what was her twin doing with her number? She thought.

"Claire, can I have my phone now?" Clem said, getting annoyed. By the look on his twin's face, he knew that she must have figured out who he was speaking to on the phone.

"What are you doing with her number?" She asked, wondering what they saw in the human. First, the Luna; now her brother.

"It's none of your business." He replied, snatching the phone back from her hands.

"Okay then." Claire said, dropping the topic; for now. She would find out later why her brother was already affliated with the human.

'She is supposed to be an enemy for god's sake.' She screamed inside her head.

"Aren't you going to school?" Clem asked his sister. She was still in her nightwear.

"No, I want to train." She replied, then bursted out.

" You know I don't understand y'all in this pack. We are going for war in less than a month time, and every one is going to school. I guess it's the Alpha's fault though." She rattled off, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Claire, you know that we have to keep up appearances to reduce suspicions." Clem said, standing up from his bed. He was tired of his sister's displeasure with their alpha.

"But we have…" she tried saying.

"Claire, we will figure everything out later." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders. He had to cut her off, unless he would be late in picking Emma up.

Taking one glance at her brother and then the phone on his right hand which rested on her left shoulder, Claire huffed, and left the room.

With his sister gone, Clem sighed tiredly. His sister was a really a ton of work. Turning over the phone in his hand, the time read 7:49.

'Oh shit..' He cursed; he was already late. He hurriedly wore the black biker jacket which he had put out earlier on his bed, and laced his shoes.

Taking his car keys from the drawer closest to his bed, he took a bite of toast which his mother had kept for him on his reading table, and left the room. He whistled even as he stepped out of their house; the day seemed to be a good one.