Tripp's POV
Explaining was...easier said than done. I technically didn't have to explain. I could've just left, but...Jose was still holding the guitar, and I wasn't exactly eager to get hit again. "Well...I'm a werewolf, obviously. I live in a large house in the woods, with my pack, where my dad is the Alpha, and I'm his heir. Uhh, I'm a Gemini?"
Jose sighed and rolled his eyes. "I asked for an explanation, not an introduction."
"Well, I really don't know enough to explain it! They don't teach us about how werewolves came to be; or, rather, they can't, because they don't know." I sighed as well and plopped down onto the floor, not even bothering to hide my pout. "I shouldn't even be telling you this anyways..."
"Well, you kinda have to...I mean, I did bring you, a naked stranger, into my house out of concern for your safety, sooo..." Russel shrugged and leaned forward in his seat.
I stared at him in disbelief for a moment. "Whose side are you on?"
Russel scoffed and leaned back again. "I'm on my side, Tripp."
"Okay, but," I began, frustrated as all hell, "have you considered that maybe I literally can't tell you? As in 'if I tell you, my dad will literally have to hunt down and kill you'?"
Russel paled and sank back into his seat, looking a little bit queasy. "Oh...I don't wanna know, then."
"Well, what about Russel?" Antony (God I fucking hate him) asked, gesturing vaguely at Russel's slowly disappearing figure.
"Wha..." I interrupted myself with a confused chuckle, "What do you mean, 'what about Russel'?"
Antony scoffed and leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. He shook his head and chuckled quietly. "Fuckin' moron doesn't even realise...It's nothing, nevermind."
I glared at him in confusion for moment before scoffing as well. "Whatever..." I stared at the ground for a moment before looking up at Jose, who was still holding the guitar and stroking the body as if it was a cat. "Can I go now?"
"I don't know, Tripp? Can you?" Jose smirked and strummed the strings of the guitar a couple times before leaning it against the couch.
I groaned and pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes before dropping them. "May I go now?"
Jose pursed his lips and tapped his fingers against Antony's knee before shrugging. "I guess."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Fucking Finally.
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