I smack his hand away. "I never said I liked them. It's something else."
"Of course, the project," he says a little too sympathetically. "Well guess what, if they say you can all do that project together, I promise you they're hoes who only want to work on it for a week, not for life you get me? And you're only entertaining their behavior the more you have private project talks in the backyard with them." He pulls up to our usual parking spot but it's occupied.
"You see what I mean?" he grumbles.
"What does the parking have to do with this situation?" I ask.
"Correlation, not causation of course." He whips around and keeps looking. "Do these people not understand bumper to bumper?"
I shake my head. Suddenly I see a parking open by the very front. The kind of prized parking that wouldn't normally be available. I think of the brothers and the party. It's just like before. "Over there," I tell Michael. I point in the direction.
He shakes his head. "It's a mirage. We're desperate."
I chuckle. "No. It's a parking."
"It'll be gone by the time we get there."
"Not if you drive like you normally do."
Sure enough, we make it, not that any of the incoming cars were trying to get it.
Michael turns off the car, looking smug. "I think our luck is turning around, don't you?"
I roll my eyes. "Uh huh. And let me guess, it all starts with me not-"
"-not being fooled by the muscles. They're on steroids, I'm sure of it." He smirks.
I shake my head. No, they're werewolves.
We part ways at our usual spot. I head towards the gym and sure enough, the brothers are on the lower level doing their usual morning thing. I don't go to the changing room. I don't go to talk to Brittany or Krys or to deal with Suzie or anyone. I march straight down the stairs and towards the brothers.
The usual gym guy who I run into, the one who I accidently saw in the boys bathroom, rushes towards me before I make it down the stairs. "Hello. Do you need something?"
"Yes," I keep walking past him.
He doesn't stop me, doesn't dare to get in my way, but he follows close behind. "Shouldn't you go change first? It's a little... hectic down here right now."
I walk past the people setting up their usual equipment and the guys roughhousing. One nearly knocks into me.
"I just said I have questions-"
"Didn't you tell her to ask Brittany anything if she's so confused?" Aiden walks away, back towards Carson.
I cock my head back. Excuse me?
Axel looks between the two of us, hesitantly. "What he's trying to say is that we're slightly busy at the moment. If you could ask Brittany anything, just for now, that would help." He smiles gently, but by the look in his eyes, I think he gets how pissed off I am. "I can call her for you, but I'm pretty sure she's in the locker room. Maybe... you want to go there? For now?"
So let me get this straight. I'm in danger. My family is in danger. I just got told that there are real werewolves potentially all around me, and the three people who claim to have imprinted on me can't even answer themselves the questions I must be "so confused" to have?
Let me get. This. Straight. The people who crazily showed up outside of my house at the most inconvenient time to talk to me about what was important to them are saying that they don't have time now to talk about what's important to me?
I chuckle. Oh wow. They must be sorely mistaken if they think I'm going to quietly dip into the locker room and not cause a scene. I've had it up to here with this bullshit.
Brittany taps my shoulder. "Hey. You have some ques..." The words die from her mouth when she sees my face.
She takes a step back.
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