wolf boys

chapter two

JESSE:

I remember walking into school yesterday morning when a shiny convertible pulled up in the parking lot just as I was walking up the stairs. 

Everybody stopped to watch, as a tall, pretty girl stepped out of the driver's side slowly and looked around. She looked new - of course, you could tell by the untainted shine in her eyes and smile. Not to mention that she was being super dramatic. 

But the real show began when the door to the passengers' seat opened. In reality, it was quite sad to watch. The guy stretched out from his seat as well but ended up tripping over his own feet and practically body banging against the car. I could tell that he was rather attractive, like the girl (most likely his sister) he had long legs and a thin, lean frame, but whereas the girl had olive skin and bleached blond hair, he was paler and was a fluffily dark haired. 

I turned around and headed back into the school because honestly, I didn't have the time or patience to deal with new kids right now. 

IN THE PRESENT:

Ryan, one year my senior on the field gave me a ride after practice and dropped me off at the mansion I call home.

"Thanks, bruh." I fist bumped his arm muscle awkwardly and hurried out of the car. Ryan cracked a smile, rolled the window down, and gave me a nod as a goodbye. Man, Ryan's so cool. 

"Gotta be like Ryan!" I exclaimed and headed into the house. 

"Jesse?" Dad called out as soon as I closed the front door behind me. "Ur home?"

Dad literally talks like he's texting someone. 

"Yeah," I threw down my bag on the sofa, sat down, only to bounce back up again. Did we have any nachos? Nachoooooos. "Where's the rest of the pack?"

"In the house across the street. Are you going to go?"

"Yeah, maybe." I yawn.

"Okay, then, I've got a couple errands to run, so ttyl. Have fun, Jess." 

"I told you to stop calling me Jess!" I exclaimed, pouring a sh*t ton of cheese over a plate of Tostitos. Did people use Tostitos or Fritos? Usually Tostitos, right? But Fritos were s-coop-y. And Tostitos taste plain alone. So what if you had Tostitos but no salsa or cheese? What if you had salsa and cheese but only Fritos? Would you still make nachos? Fritos taste good alone, right? Unlike Tostitos? Should I make a graph? What if -

The bag felt empty. 

Oh. 

The bag was empty. 

I hurriedly began scooping handfuls of cheese back into the pouch and microwaved it all quickly. I should probably go to the pack house. Dad wouldn't trust me home alone. Last time, I think I tried doing an extra credits science project my parents hadn't allowed me to do, dropping an egg from the roof or something in a jar of peanut butter, but dropping eggs was fun too and now there's a stain Mom has to get out of the alabaster plaster on the wall near the garage.  

The microwave dinged and I shoved the nachos into a paper bag, ready to walk over before Dad called his beta or something on me. 

The pack house, like my house, is a huge, sprawling mansion with a wraparound porch. Except for the fact that it's homier, lived in, and nobody cares if there are egg stains on the walls. Well, they care. Every couple of months there's a huge cleanup because wow, we are messy! 

Lucas, my best friend who also goes to Arlington with me, and who will probably be my beta stands on the porch by the time I arrive. 

"Jesse!" His face breaks out into a wide grin. "Are those nachos?"