Plot Twist

Chapter 12

Jackson groaned, his head falling into his hands again, "Ugh, trust me - it's complicated."

I felt a twinge of pity in me for fake-brother and all he had to deal with. If nothing else, hopefully letting me in on the big secret could give him someone to confide in about his own werewolf angst. "Dude, since I'm already skipping, I've really got nothing better to do than sit here and listen to you talk about your life, so I'm all ears."

"Fine, but remember, you can't tell anyone about this, got it?" Jackson's eyes darkened momentarily and he let out a threatening growl that almost me pee my pants.

With my heart in my throat, I nervously nodded, "I've already got enough pissed off werewolves on my tail - I don't need another one."

Jackson's eyes went back to their original color and he seemed to approve of my reaction, "Good. Alright, here's the deal. As you know, I've been pretty much keeping the whole 'being gay' thing under the carpet since I was fourteen. I'm not going to lie - it's been incredibly hard. As a rule, werewolves and homosexuality don't mix. Despite how much I researched it, I couldn't find anything on the topic and it really made me nervous about having a mate. What if she's female, you know? I know mate bonds can be pretty strong, but still! Anyway, I tried subtly asking dad to find out if he knew anything about it, but when I brought up the idea of same-sex mates, he made a few jokes and then tried to tell me another one of his life-stories about meeting mom or something."

Poor Fake-brother.

Doomed to hear one of those, 'when I was your age...' stories - the worst punishment you could ever give your kid.

"Well, after that shitty father-son bonding moment, I decided to blow off some steam and go to Courtney's party. Do you know Courtney? She's in Rydouche's pack."

Hm? Courtney?

Long blonde hair, enough makeup cover her entire body, one-dimensional character in every Wattpad werewolf story?

Yeah, I think a couple of hundred 'amazingly powerful, super rare white wolves' might have a bone to pick with her.

I really hope she can run fast in those heels.

"Hm...Courtney? Sounds a little familiar..."

"Well, I went to her party - this was about a couple of months ago. That's when I met Justin - a fellow member of Rydouche's pack too. Well, several Jell-O shots later, we ended up making out in Courtney's bathtub and I discovered he was pretty gay. Luckily, I slipped him my number before I left that night and he called me the next day. We met up, talked about all of this, and then made out again. We aren't mates, we're not in a committed relationship or anything like that. I guess you could say we're friends with benefits. There's no pressure between us, I feel like I can tell him whatever the hell is on my mind and he's a really good fucking kisser. And he gives a great blo -"

"Woah, woah!" I covered my ears quickly, "I'm going to have to stop you right there! Look, I'm happy for you for finding another gay werewolf, but please, I do not need all the dirty details of your sex life. I think everyone in this parking lot listening to this story - which would be me - can agree that maybe you should leave the bedroom talk for your lover."

Lover?

Oh, geez, what is wrong with me? That was weird.

Watson, right this down - 'do not use the word lover ever again.'

Jackson made a face and playfully nudged me, although due to his stupid werewolf strength, I ended up sprawled across the pavement as he laughed.