S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
Cassie didn't release her breath until she heard the bike zooming in the distance.
“I think I should leave too," Cassie sniffled, packing her shit as she lightly sobbed.
“I'm sorry, girl. Cheryl can be a dick sometimes," Kitty admitted. “You don't have to go, plus I was gonna make us some blueberry pancakes.”
“No, thanks, I already ate some cereal. Happy birthday, Katherine, I'll talk to you in the morning." Cassie hurried to her car. Kitty watched through the window as her friend kicked the wheel several times before she jumped in the driver's seat and sped off.