"Alright dad, geez." I grumbled as my dad rattled off instructions that I'd already heard. You see, I'm going to Forks High. My dad disagreed with this decision whole-heartedly. I had told him that I was an adult and wanted to spend my last year of high school where I wanted.
I had always wanted to go to Forks High. The high school on the rez had never really appealed to me. I think it was mostly the fact that it was a community where everyone was the same. Forks was nothing special to the people who went there, but to me it was a start to the freedom I really wanted. Like looking down the dark tunnel and seeing the light at the end. That was my freedom, a goal that I strived to get to. My dad was always too protective of me anyway. Anyways, after a look of negotiating on my part, he finally agreed to let me go.
"Dad, I'm gonna be late!" Geez, you'd think I was moving away.
"Alright, just remember, I WILL send one of the pack after you if I get any hint anything is wrong." He told me for the hundredth time. What was up with him going all 'Alpha' when giving instructions, I'm his kid, not another wolf to be pushed around.
"Honestly, you make it sound like I'm gonna get killed!" I rolled my eyes then watched as his face hardened into the emotionless mask he wore when he didn't want me to know what he was thinking. He only ever did this for me and my mom, Emily, because we were the only ones who knew him well enough to actually read his face and eyes.
"I know; I just want you to be careful." He said, still wearing the mask. I always knew something was off about Forks. It was a touchy subject for all the wolves. Every time I asked, Quil would be the one to open his mouth, but closed it tightly when my dad would shoot him a look of warning.
"Dad, why don't you want me to go? You act like you really do think I'm going to get killed…" I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He looked at me for a moment, and pulled me into a hug.
"I love you so much sweetheart," He sighed into my hair, giving me a light kiss on the head, "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"Get hurt from what dad, I don't understand." I said exasperated. I'd had enough of this cryptic crap. He let go and held me at arms length.
"I know this is probably frustrating you," No really? "and don't you give me that look," damn. "just please be careful, I'll explain when you get home." I really doubt that. He always says that, and then pretends to forget, while I know he's really hoping I forget.
"Fine." I sighed. "I have to go." I knew I could be a little irritable when I didn't get my way, and I definitely didn't get my way, so tough luck for him, he's going to have to deal with that.
"Alright, have a good day." He turned and walked inside the house, knowing I would be in a bad mood. Serves him right, he was the one that wasn't telling me anything. I turned, opened the door a crack and shouted my goodbye to my mom then went and hopped into my car. I loved this car, it was an old Camaro. I'm not really sure what model or anything. Lets just say I'm not really a car girl. My dad had Jake fix it up for me and it now runs great.
Driving to school took about fifteen minutes. I parked in one of the few empty spaces and grabbed my bag then headed inside. I was about two feet from the door to the main office when someone knocked into me and I stumbled. I closed my eyes, waiting for the moment where my face would meet the pavement. I waited, but the impact never came. I opened my eyes and was caught in a pair of gorgeous butterscotch eyes.
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