"Sup."
"Sup," I responded.
Marcelo's eyes went around the room.
"Sup," Brenda says.
"Sup," Brian follows.
"Sup," Eric said.
The four of us stood in my bedroom. We all stare at each other.
"Why are they here?" Marcelo wasn't afraid to ask that question out loud.
I smile, "They're here because they kind of know now."
"Oh."
Someone knocks against the door. I walk over and open it to see my mom. She smiles with a plate of fruits. "Well, look at this. How nice."
She barges in without my approval, but if I mention how it's my bedroom, she will go all crazy.
"You know-" she puts the plates down, "back in my days. You would never see this type of situation."
We all stare at her.
"You know, a hunter and werewolf being in the same room without trying to claw each other face-off." She l
