Popularity. That was something Logan didn’t have. He was the emo. The dark boy with the black rings, clothes, dyed hair. Pretty much the edgy bad boy. It’s classical though. High school isn’t high school without the emo.

You’re the popular kid. Kind, athletic, smart, attractive in every way. You were everything Logan hated.

One day you ran into him in the hallway. That was the worst day of his life. “Watch it.” A raspy voice warned.

You rubbed the back of your neck, turning around to apologize but you screamed and jumped back. Logan had… wolf ears?

The emo growled like a dog.

You gasp. “Furry?!”

The boy nods, crossing his arms over his chest like he’s proud of himself.