Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
I covered my ears, trying to stop the blasting music from pounding in them when a loud mix of hooting and applause echoed through the crowd.
Everyone was cheering, except for me and my friends. I have no idea what's going on.
"What's going on?" I asked Cameron, who was drinking something.
"I don't like any of them." Shelby scoffed.
"The Wolf brothers have entered the party," Cameron answered, placing his glass on the table.
Thibbault, Elliot, and Maverick?
"So?"
"They practically run the high-school. They're the most popular guys." Lucas told me.
"How do you know that?"
"My brother goes to the same school, dude." He replied.
"How many brothers do you have?"
"Jeez, you make it sound like I have a dozen brothers. I've got one older brother and one little sister." He replied while I chuckled slightly.
I saw Brynn walking over us. I smiled at her and greeted her with a birthday wish and others did the same.
"Oh my god! Did you see!?" She exclaimed to Shelby.
"See what?" She asked.
"The Wolf brothers came to my birthday party." She squealed, "I like the eldest one, he's so hot."
"I don't think she knows that you're a Wolfhard too," Lucas whispered in my ear.
"I really don't get what's so special about Wolfhards, people are hooting like there's a celebrity has entered," I said, confused.
"You should go and join your brothers, bro. You would get attention too." Cameron smirked.
I don't want anyone to think that you're related to me. Thibbault's words echoed in my mind.
"Definitely not." I retorted.
"You're talking like you don't know who your father is." Lucas frowned, rolling his eyes.
"I really don't, please tell me. I've never asked him and he has never told me."
"Ask your brother. I'm not going to tell you." He smirked and I just rolled my eyes.
We walked farther into the living room and I could see all of them were wearing the same leather jacket that I was wearing, except theirs had 'WOLFHARD' written on the back.
"Let's go, Cam!" I heard someone say from beside me.
I tilted my head to see, Abigail, one of Cameron's many girlfriends.
