Page 11 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Three offended expressions bloom simultaneously.

Good.

Maybe they'll finally leave me the hell alone.

Probably not.

It's funny how success changes people.

Back in high school I was the awkward Bear with freckles splashed across my nose, gangly limbs I hadn't grown into yet, and bright red hair every smartass in town thought was hilarious.

Their favorite insult?

Carrot Top.

Original bunch.

Every dance, every football game, every bonfire out by the lake, there they'd be, making sure I knew exactly where I ranked on the social ladder.

Now?

Now I've got a platinum record hanging on my wall, a few million dollars in the bank, and somehow I'm fascinating.

Amazing how money improves a man's personality.

Or maybe it's fame.

Either way...

I call bullshit.

My Bear snorts in agreement.

We don't forget.

Not because we're bitter.

Because Bears remember.

Loyalty.

Kindness.

Cruelty.

It all sticks.

I wasn't interested in Cindy when she laughed because I couldn't afford the senior trip.

I'm damn sure not interested now that she knows what my Spotify royalties look like.

As I round the corner, I catch sight of the newest storefront on Main Street.

Moon & Mug.

It opened a few weeks ago.

Some sort of coffee shop meets bookstore meets witchy crystal place.