If Only I Was Gay (Boy×Boy)(Interracial)

Chapter 3- Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing

Previously-

"You have to come with me. Now." Dang, he wasn't asking, he was demanding.

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"Look bitch, if I say-" I was interrupted by a punch to my face. This hoe just punched me. I ain't even gon' lie... that shit hurt like hell. I was about to get ready to fight, but he punched me again, causing me to pass out.

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"Don't you worry 'bout a thing.
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby. 'Cause I'll be standing on the side when you check it out." I sanged Stevie Wonder; Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing, to past the time.

When I woke up, I was tied up to a comfortable ass bed. Even though he kidnapped me, it was generous of him to give me a nice room and bed. I still don't know why I'm here, he said something about mates. I heard British people greet each other with the word, but the way he used it, it seemed like there was a different meaning. He probably just delusional.

"Don't you worry-"

"Oh God, shut up already!" I was interrupted by my kidnapper. Bad enough he knocked me out, he gon' ruin my song.

"Why the hell am I here?" I asked sternly.

"I told you already, you're my mate."

I roll my eyes. "Boy, what the fuck is a mate?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Just tell me."

"I don't know how I'm gonna explain this, but here it goes. I'm a... a... Werewolf. Werewolves all get mate's once or twice in their life. You could say a mate is basically a soulmate, I'm drawn to you and I really can't live without you." When he was done, I just looked at him emotionless, then busted out laughing.

"Wait, you-" I couldn't even speak, I was too busy laughing at his dumb ass. I knew this bitch was delusional.

"What's so funny?"

"You, ni**a! This ain't Twilight, come back to reality wit' yo delusional ass." I don't know what type of drugs he on, but he got the wrong one. "Now can you untie me, I want to go home. When I get there, I might actually watch Twilight if it makes you feel any better."

"You really don't believe me, do you?" He had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, obviously."

"Okay." He started taking off his clothes like Jacob did in Twilight part five.

Yes, I watched all of them. Don't judge me.

After he was done taking them off but left his boxers on, he turned into... a huge blue, black-ish wolf. I... can not believe my eye's. No this can't be real, my mind must be playing tricks on me. His delusionalnest probably rubbing off on me.

He stayed like that for a few more moments, then turned back. He was completely naked now. I closed my eye's when I open them again, he was fully clothed again. "Now do you believe me?"

"... Nope."

He huffed. "I literally just turned into a wolf right in front of your eyes. How do you not believe me?"

"I just don't. Now can you untie me?"

"Fine." He unties me, and I immediately got the hell up. I don't know how I'm gonna get home, I might as well walk. But where the hell am I anyway? Before I could ask, he spoke. "We still have to figure out what we're going to do. Even though I'm not gay, I still need someone to help me run this pack?"

"Find someone that can deal with delusional people. Once you find that person, it'll be a match made in heaven."

"God, you're annoying."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

He rolled his amazing blue eyes. "Anyway, dude, I'm taking you home. Let's go." Before we left, I punched him square in his face. Now, what bitch. "What the fuck!?!"

"Paybacks a bitch, huh!? Don't you ever put yo dirty ass hands on me again, I don't know what you thought this was." This ni**a really thought I was going to let him touch me without catching these hands? Boy, bye.

"You're so lucky I heal fast, or else-" I interrupted him.

"Or else what? Whatchu gon' do? 'Cause I'll whoop that ass."

"Why are you so ghetto?"

....Y'all... I'm about to kill him. Best thing y'all could do, is pray fo' him.