Help! I'm a werewolf

Chapter six

Back home, my parents and my little sister were all sitting together at the dinner table, having chinese takeout

"That company has been driving me nuts. I finish a project and then they just keep asking me for more." My dad said

"I told you it would be too much to work for those guys." My mom told him

My dad just sighed in response

"Maybe it's time you find something in the city, to be, I don't know, closer to home."

My mom looked toward me

"Alright, enough about that. How about you, Zayne? what's been going on?"

"Not much, have this school project coming up, Blade transferred to my school"

"Wait, the Blade?" Noah asked

"Yeah."

"I thought he hated you"

"He does."

"Then, why did he decide to switch schools?"

"I didn't ask him to switch. Cassidy did."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know, that's Cassidy for you. She can be so clueless sometimes. I guess she must have thought she could transfer Blade because she wanted for the group to stay together. She also didn't want me to miss out on anything."

"Sounds like she has a crush on you." Mom said

At that, I tensed up.

"Oh, I don't know about that."

"Come on Zayne. Everytime I talk about girls, you seem to tense up."

"You know, when I was your age, I once -"

Suddenly, my phone began vibrating

"Sorry guys, its Olivia, I need to go."

My parents looked at each other, then at me, then sighed

"Hey, what's up?

"Hey Zayne, just wanted to give out the details for the project. So, we're gonna be meeting at Blade's house in his secret hideout (aka Blade's garage) to do the project."

"thanks. Hey, sorry about the whole party at your house."

"Oh, this? Pshh..it's nothing. Its not the first time Blade tried to plot something against me."

"Yeah.."

"You know, sometimes people will get revenge on someone out of jealousy."

"Yeah."

"Well, good night, Zayne."

"Good night..Olivia."

Olivia had a point. With a girl like her, anyone would be jealous of her. She's smart, beautiful, and an amazing friend. This got me thinking. I laid in bed that night, with a basketball in my hand and threw it against the wall while deep in thought.