"The what?"

You ask, thoroughly confused. You don't remember anything like this happening in the past. Maybe your decisions have been different from before, leading you to a different outcome. The possibilities run through your mind before Ian snaps you out of it.

"The Wolves man. Our gang. Well, you're not really in them yet, but I'm sure my brother won't have a problem with it."

Ian says, standing up and opening the mini-fridge, pulling out a beer.

"Want one?"

He asks casually. You don't really care that he's drinking while under aged, but this isn't how you remember Ian acting.

"No..."

You reply slowly.

"Actually, what the hell is going on? Since when have you been in a gang?"

You ask demanding an answer. Ian doesn't seem too put off by your response. It's almost as though he expected it.

"Ah well, I've been telling you about this club for the last few days. I mean I never said it was a gang or anything, but it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise."

He replies.  That's when it hits you. The stories he was saying involving his brother that you largely ignored were about the gang he was in. Most likely he was trying to talk it up a bit before bringing you here. Still, Ian has a great future ahead of him, so he really has no need to be in a gang.

"So, you in man?"

He asks, with a bit of hesitance.

You join the wolves

You ponder joining the Wolves with Ian for a minute. This certainly isn't typical behavior for him after all. After a brief inner argument, you determine that there has to be something more to this gang. Ian wouldn't throw his life away for no reason, and who knows, maybe him saying it's a 'gang' is just some self-imposed label. Maybe they act nothing like a gang.

"Yeah, sure man I'll join."

You reply. Ian smiles, clearly relieved.

"Thanks, for a second there I wasn't sure what you'd do."

He says with a bit of a nervous laugh. For a second there you weren't really sure what you'd do either. You take a few steps into the room and sit on a comfy looking recliner.

"So...what now? What exactly does this gang of yours do?"

You ask, as Ian places the beer he was previously holding back into the fridge. It seems he didn't plan on drinking it unless you did as well.

"Well, calling it a gang may have been a stretch. My brother made it up with his friends a while back, and I joined it pretty recently. So far we basically just all hang out together here every once in a while. A home away from home...kind of."

He says, trailing off a bit at the end.

"Hmmm. Cool."

You reply. You don't really want to pry any deeper into his reasons for being here, as you can kind of sense it's a sensitive topic, and you don't remember enough about the past, or rather the present, to be confident in your ability to not say something stupid.

The two of you hang out in the gang's headquarters for the rest of the day, until about the time when class would normally end. You don't do a whole lot, just sit around and talk, but it's kind of nice to just chill with Ian. On your way out, Ian says one more thing.

"Oh by the way, I can't make you an official member myself. You're gonna have to come back when my brother is here to do that."

"Sure, maybe he'll be here next time."

You reply as you return home. Once there, you find that neither your sister nor mother are aware that you skipped school today. The night passes and you lay in your bed, staring at your alarm clock, quite pleased that tomorrow is a Saturday.