“What?” I asked, not exactly making eye contact. “Nothin’. I’m just lookin’,” she challenged. “And what are you looking at?” I blew out an exasperated sigh and met her eyes. A challenge was a challenge and I was a Werewolf… “A bald face little fibber girl,” she crowed. “Spill it or I’ll whoop your butt again.” Dwayne quickly backed himself into a corner and slid his phone out of his pocket. That shit was going to video my ass kicking.
