The Revenge of the Geek Betrayal.

"You sure you don't want a drink?"

I could barely make out the question over the excruciatingly deafening music, but it wasn't too hard to put the missing puzzles together with a guy infront of you, offering you a drink.

Nicky. He had the tendency to lose me quite a few times, despite his tall, lean figure, I could pick him out of a crowd. But the large pool of sweaty teenagers moving in bad timing with the DJ seemed to be stubborn to let him breathe.

"Can we get out of here?" I asked, but which I then had to repeat in a much louder tone in order for Nicky to be able to hear me.

I'd totally go blank if someone asked me what teenagers found so amusing in parties. A dark, secluded club with bad, techno music, the person behind the bad, techno music and not forgetting the sweaty teenagers. That's pretty much all it takes when it comes to having a good time for these people.

I'm in a much more adventurous and carefree state of mind when stuffed in the corner of my bedroom, curled up to read.

"Let's hit it." NIcky replied, giving his red cup to a confused stranger beside him, then clutching my wrist to lead the way out.

It was probably 11pm, not too late enough for mum to get worried and strike a hundred missed calls my way, but dark enough for Nicky to take me star gazing.

"Why'd you invite me here, Nicky. You know I hate these sort of occasions."

I broke the quiet yet refreshing silence which roamed the field around us.

"I just thought that we needed a break. Well, when I say that I mean, you."

My head turned to his direction in a slightly baffled expression. This obviously then meant that he'd have to give me a further explanation.

"You're always buried in your books, Avery, not once have I seen you take a sip of alcohol,"

That was definitely true.

"or lose your shoe when the clock strikes twelve. "

Oh no he didn't.

"Are you establishing that I am not a princess?" I gasped, my voice dripping in mock.

"Even when the clock strikes twelve, you'll be the most beautiful girl here." Nicky reassured, giving me a friendly wink.

"Do me a favor, tell that to the rest of your gender." I responded, and he giggled with closed eyes, causing the corners of my lips to curve upwards.

Nicky was always feeding me sweet, gentle, caring words. We were laying together side by side just casually talking like we would normally. He'd tell me I was beautiful, I'd deny it by cracking a witty joke, he'd ignore it and we'd just interact. I don't know what it was, maybe the stars were acting like a drug to me because they had me say something I thought would never escape my lips.

"Why haven't you asked me out yet, Nicky?"

It was a sudden, impulsive outburst. God, I wish I hadn't just said what I had, but I was simultaneously curious to hear his response.

"Avery, you're a werewolf." He pointed out, just a tad bit bluntly but tomy relief, calmly.

Tonight, I had forgotten completely about my upbringing. I felt as though I belonged here, with the humans...with Nicky. There weren't other packs around the area, which mean't no threats so I felt like I could lose myself in this town, I mean emotionally, I knew my way around every crack of each neighborhood here.

"Thanks for reminding me about the whole mutant thing, buddy."

"And besides," Nicky continued, shuffling closer towards my body so that we were only inches apart.

The misty, somber blanket which had wrapped itself around the once bright, indigo sky disabled my clear sense of sight, but I could, somehow, still see the sparkle in NIcky's mysterious hazel eyes.

I let out a whispered and questioning Mm. My brain failed to send signals to allow me to speak. I wasn't tired, or lifeless, just happy. That probably made no sense, but I felt as though speaking would disrupt the whole mood me and Nicky shared at that moment of time.

Despite this, I was interested in what Nicky had to say.

I always was.

"You don't love me."

I didn't.

"And neither do you." I remarked, sighing after the last words.

Nicky didn't say anything, but he didn't have to because I already knew.

We were best friends ever since the mere age of fourteen when I had asked him for a red crayon and he said he didn't have one, but the next day, he offered me one which I later found out he had bought.

Years have passed, I've watched girlfriends come and go so it'd be too weird for me to be his girlfriend. If that happened, who'd be there to give him advice on how to dress when going on a date or telling him applying deodorant makes you fives times more attractive to a girl. It's just the little things I'd miss out on if I became his girlfriend.

I was glad I had someone to share each day with, because if Nicky hadn't been there for me, I wouldn't have anyone.

Anyone.