*Marcus's Pov*It only took a second for a blush to break out on his face. This is either really good or really bad.
"I wouldn't exactly call what we do 'dating'. You have a name for it here. Something buddy." He tapped his chin in thought. All I saw was red.
"You mean fuck buddies?" My words were laced with venom. He clapped his hands once and pointed a finger at me, seeming to have not noticed the anger in my words or the rumbling that rose from Matthew's and I's chest.
"That's the word! If you wanted to be less crude you could say lovers though." He shrugged and dug around in his left front pocket. He pulled out five different pills. Before any of us had a chance to ask, he popped them all at once, swallowing with a swig of water. It went down with a wince.
"What the hell? So you just decided to pop a whole bunch of pills? Right in front of us? What did you just take?" I asked him quickly with a disproving and angry gaze. Why would our mate think it's okay to do drugs?
"What the hell are you talking about? What's wrong with taking pills?" His expression was genuinely confused. I was bewildered.
"What the fuck? It's illegal to take drugs!" I was pissed off. Ever since mom O.D.'ed me and Matthew were both very sensitive to people who abuse drugs.
"Dude. . . You really need to learn to not jump to conclusions. It makes you look like a jackass." The sneer on his face and the indignation in his eyes had me feeling like the worlds biggest jerk.
"I'll have you know I'm sick. I've been taking these pills since I was 12. If I don't take those pills I could die. Don't just assume shit." He shouldered his bookbag, got up, and walked away.
"Shit." I muttered as me and Matthew both stand and follow him, calling his name.
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It was as if he disapeared. We tried to follow his scent, but it ended at the edge of the sidewalk, indicating that a car picked him up. Did he have a car waiting for him?
Me and Matthew hung our heads in shame. We both had the same thoughts on the pills, I was just the one to voice my incorrect assumptions. He's right, I am a jackass.
With equally upset faces we went back to the cafeteria. Our friends waited with solemn looks on there faces. They knew we were probably in trouble with our mate.
"Man...you really messed up." Randy patted my shoulder sadly.
"Yeah... I know."
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WerewolfMarcus and Matthew are twin brothers that have know that they are mates since they were old enough to recognize the signs. They are devastated to learn that they have a third mate. Not cause they don't want him or her, but cause they feel guilty for...