Wolf
As soon as that smug little pretty boy steps into the club house I grab him by the collar of his jacket and drag him back out the door so no one hears what we are talking about. I know what he is doing but I want him to be honest with me.
“What the hell, Wolf?” he asks as he tries to pry himself from my grip.
“what the f**k are you doing sneaking around day and night? where the hell are you going?” I ask. I already know the answer to the questions I’m asking but I want him to tell me.
“Stalking my girl.” he says, with the utmost seriousness on his face.
Well, f**k I didnt think he was going to be honest with me, i mean, at least not this honest.
“Stalking your girl? Did I hear that right?” I ask.
“Yeah. Stalking my girl. I get f*****g restless when she doesnt message me back
