Werewolves Don't Cry

Rave music. Chips and dips. Grills sizzled. Punch drinks spilled, scattering questionable scents. Splashes and laughs. Teenagers in bikinis and shorts danced under disco lights. The wild, electrifying atmosphere in this ridiculously huge summer house made this the littest pool party of the year. It was hot. It was dirty. And, let’s not forget, illegal. Everyone was having fun, except for one handsome guy with blonde hair who forced his way out of the crowd to find some seats. “That’s it!” he said before his lean, hairless torso plopped down on a chaise lounge. “I am sooo done with girls.” “It’s nice to see you too, Jesse,” said the guy in the chair next to him. “I’m sorry.” Jesse gave him a fist bump. “Good to see you, man.” He grunted as he laid down, arms numb at his sides. “I’m just so pissed, you know? You think you know someone, but you don’t.” “Lemme guess.” His friend took a sip from a beer bottle in his hand before his next words. “Sarah ditched you.” “Sarah ditched me,” Jesse admitted in a low tone. He lowered his head almost like he was embarrassed to say it. “I was hopin’ that—” “You would ditch her first?” “Gray!” “What?” The look of betrayal in Jesse’s blue eyes made Gray chuckle. “Don’t look so surprised.” He brought the bottle to his lips for another sip. “Gimme that.” Jesse took Gray’s drink. “Don’t look so surprised,” he mocked before gulping the rest of the beer. “That’s a new record for you, though. You’ve been seeing her for like what? A week?” “I know! Right?” Jesse twisted his body to the side and nodded with a proud grin. “She should be thankful for that.” “Thankful?” Gray raised his left eyebrow; the one with a vertical scar that looked like it was shaved by accident. “Do you hear yourself right now?” “You know what I mean.” He sneered and turned away in a sudden pull. His beautiful face showing signs of a pouty child about to have a tantrum. “Nobody ditches me. Nobody! I ditch them first. I sleep with them one night and I break up with them the next day.” He raised his palm for a dramatic shrug. “That’s my style. The girls know it. They have to respect that, right?” Gray shook his head and scoffed. When Gray didn’t answer, Jesse mumbled, “You’re just jealous ’cause you’re still a virgin.” He sipped as if he didn’t say anything. “Excuse me?” Gray’s attempt to sound offended failed miserably. His voice was light, his mouth stretched into a sweet loving smile, and his gray-colored eyes twinkled whenever he looked at Jesse. If one could describe how Gray felt around him in one word, that would be ‘Happy.’ Gray was happy around his silly, cocky friend. “Nothin’,” Jesse replied, suppressing a smile. Jesse had a mysterious charm within him. No matter how many times he got into people’s nerves, they couldn’t stay angry at him. They never stopped liking him. His presence alone was fun. His reckless, sometimes childish, behavior filled the place with joy. “You know that style of yours is gonna get you in serious trouble one day.” Jesse’s demeanor suddenly changed. His smile faded, a frown crossed his face, and his eyes glared at a dancing couple, especially at the cheerful brunette with long, silky locks. “Look at her, dancing with other dudes like last night never happened.” “Who?” Gray glanced at the girl then back at Jesse. “You mean Sarah?” Jesse silently watched the dancing girl, unintentionally ignoring Gray. His eyes squinted as if focusing on something. He tilted his head with heavy eyelids that were about to go into a dream. “That’s how all girls feel when you—” Gray stopped talking when he noticed that Jesse wasn’t paying attention to anything he said at all. Jesse was busy admiring Sarah’s pleasant booty and it made him feel better—much better than he actually forgot all about their breakup. His eyes moved to check some other girls’ curves. That red-head Amanda has the roundest butt and the biggest boobs. I’d do her. Yum, look at the ass on that one... Oops. That’s Michelle. I already did her. He kept watching until he stopped at some muscular thighs and a cute, tight butt—a guy’s butt. A whistle casually escaped Jesse’s lips. He’s cute! “Jesse?” Gray called him a few times then cut the concentration by waving his hand. “Jesse!” “I’m sorry.” Jesse blinked a few times before facing Gray. “What were you sayin’?” “Do you remember what you were talking about just now?” “Umm.” Jesse scratched his head. “Girls?” A sheepish smile formed on his face. “Yeah...” Gray waited impatiently at the edge of his seat. “And?” “Yeah.” Jesse cleared his throat. “As I was saying. Girls, man.” He shook his head. Gray face-palmed himself. He slid his hand down and decided to give Jesse a break. There was no way he would remember that they were talking about Sarah at this point. Jesse continued, “I’m telling you, I’m so done with them girls. Especially high school girls. I can’t wait to go to college.” Jesse rolled to the side in a hustle to fully face Gray with a grin. “You know what?” Gray leaned closer as if they were about to whisper a secret. Then, out of the blue, Jesse revealed, “I think I’m ready to date boys.” “What?” Gray blinked in surprise. “Come on. Don’t tell me that it never crossed your mind.” Jesse smirked. “Don’t you think it’s fun to try somethin’ new before college?” “You’re serious?” Gray blushed at the sight of Jesse’s dreamy eyes gazing deeply into his. A thin veil of sweat covered his face. A warm feeling filled him. Gray blushed and lowered his eyes just a moment before Jesse blinked away and got distracted by the commotion happening by the pool. Gray waited for Jesse to finish what he was talking about, but he never did. Jesse seemed to have drifted off into a daydream. His eyelids drooped while watching the boys throw each other into the pool. Wet, hairy, macho bodies. Jesse bit his lower lip. His pale cheeks gradually shifted to pink. Gray’s eyes tracked where Jesse was looking at. He was staring at a guy’s ass. Then at the sculptured muscles of his back. Then at his tight thighs, dripping water after a nice swim in the pool. Jesse was stripping that guy naked in his mind. Gray glared at the boy with eyes once silver and kind now glowed as if on fire. His fists tightened and his jaw clenched. Then, a single word came out of his mouth. “Dammit.”