All the staring.
Kelly said, “I hope you both know you’ve ruined life for me.”
I said, “Your shirt, Joe. Put on your shirt.”
And then, just because he was a dick, Carter said, “It’s a good thing I popped Ox’s gay kissing cherry like years ago. You’re welcome.”
Joe roared and Carter laughed and took off, Joe’s shirt falling to the ground and his shorts tearing as he shifted into his wolf. They took off through the trees, Joe snarling and howling in anger.
Kelly and I stood on the dirt road.
“So,” I said.
“Yeah,” Kelly said.
“Is he really going to kill a bear?”
Kelly snorted. “Probably. Now that you’ve made out with Carter.”
“I didn’t make out with Carter!”
“But you kissed him?”
“He kissed me.”
“I really don’t see the difference.”
“He’s straight.”
Kelly arched an eyebrow at me. “I don’t know if werewolves identify as anything but fluid.”
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p; “But… he said… he told me—”
Kelly rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know anything about werewolves,” I muttered.
Kelly huffed as he heard Joe’s angry roar echo through the forest. “Pretty sure we’re listening to fratricide,” he said.
“I don’t know what that is.”
Kelly said, “Joe’s gonna kill Carter.”
“Seriously?”
Kelly shrugged. “Probably. It certainly sounds like he wants to.”
“You don’t seem too worried about that.”
“Eh,” Kelly said. “What can you do? I haven’t had sex with either a guy or a girl yet.”
“Uh. Thank you for sharing?”
“Thought about it,” he said.
“Okay.”