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“Yep. I talked to her about it this morning.”
“She has to work though.”
“She called out.”
Bayen chewed the corner of his lip and made his way to a table a few away from Breah’s table. He slid into the bench seat and rested his elbows on the table. “I have some camping gear I can bring. I have my own tent. I Change in the woods by myself and sometimes I stay the night.”
“I figured. You have to help organize the truck with me though. It’s my least favorite part about all of this.”
Bayen nodded and glanced over his shoulder at the family who was eating pizza now.
“You should ask for her number.”
“She’s human.”
“So is Tru. You know about being around humans. Except honestly, you’re kind of an asshole to them sometimes,” Tabian jabbed.
Bayen made aclicksound behind his teeth. “Werewolves aren’t supposed to be with humans. Just because you are doing your weird Rogue stuff with Tru doesn’t mean it’s acceptable.”
“Oh, right, you can just date one of the female werewolves in your school then.”
Bayen angrily grabbed some napkins from the canister at the end of the table. “I already told you I’m the only werewolf there.”
“Sweet, so if you want to date, seems to me it’ll have to be a human. Or maybe just get her number and make a friend. Wouldn’t kill you to befriend someone. Maybe Breah could teach you some manners.”
“I have manners, just not with idiots,” he gritted out. He glanced over his shoulder again. “She wouldn’t give me her number anyway. She’s never even talked to me.”
“She talked to you just now.”
“Yeah, well she’s with her family. It would be weird to ask her.”
“Oh lookey, she’s getting up and heading this way.”
“What?” Bayen turned to see her headed toward them. Or more specifically to the bathroom, which was right just past them.
She gave him a little wave as she passed, and Bayen looked like he wanted to say something, but chickened out, and the girl disappeared into the women’s bathroom.
“You’re a werewolf,” Tabian said low. “Don’t be a wuss. The worst she can say is no.”
“She could also tell me to fuck myself and that I’m ugly and she would rather eat puke than text me, and then I’ll think it for the next eight to ten business days and then I’ll never want to talk to another girl again.”
“Oh my God, you’re an overthinker like Tru.”
“I’m not an overthinker. I’m a realist.”
“And you talk like an old man. Be a kid. You’re sixteen. You will be rejected a hundred times in this lifetime. If you don’t ask, she’ll never give you her number. Shoot your shot, or whatever it is you kids say nowadays.”
“Who sounds like the old man now?” Bayen asked. Rude.
The women’s restroom door opened and Breah came out. Bayen slid to the edge of the bench seat. “Hey,” he said to stop her. “Hi.”
Tabian snorted, and Bayen tossed him a hateful look before he cast his attention back to the girl. “Um, do you have a phone?”
The girl hid a smile. “I think everyone has a phone.”
“Oh. Right.” Bayen cleared his throat and looked frozen.
Tabian kicked him under the table and Bayen jumped. “Do you want to use that phone…on me?”
