“I don’t want to,” I wave my hand dismissively.
“Please,” further begs Celine, looking rather disappointed. Peer pressure suck, I don’t suck into it, unless Celine is the one pulling me down.
“(Alright) then,” I say to her flashing a sheepish grin. Who could be that important that would bring out Celine’s enthusiastic side.?
Um, let me guess! Any hot wolf in this room. No, any hot wolf in this entire continent of North America. “I don’t know,” I say. I don’t know. It’s too hard, with Celine you’ll never know.
“Can you just tell me.”
“Nope,” her tone is noncommittal, and her face gives nothing away.
Beats, me! I don’t care to know anyway.
“Cool,” I tell her, continuing to walk through the crowd. There are so many people who present everyone, who is somebody who is present. And I mean
