You and Brett were in the same pack, same school, same everything. You guys are best friends, inseparable, attached to each other. You're both werewolves and are both 18 and Brett is on the Lacrosse team. You're a cheerleader, the cheer captain.

"Hey, I've seen you cheering for me," Brett says as he walks up towards you. His face is covered in sweat and his hair is damp and messy, yet he still looks pretty hot.