Skyla`s POV.
I cut the carrots into funny shapes, I was not very good at slicing and dicing vegetables but neither of my parents cared, they just ate the food I cooked. Dad was a great cook and the meals he made were fantastic but he was a perfectionist and took a long time where as I made a good meal not perfect but edible in a very short amount of time. Tonight, I was going for penne pasta and salad. The pasta as boliling and now I was doing the salad. My mind kept wandering, it was not unusual for my mind to wander, usually I blocked things out and focused on music or a good book but today I was focusing on an insignificant incident. I was focusing on a boy called Collin, I just had to keep reminding myself that it was just a crush which is true. It is just a silly teenage crush, I mean Collin is attractive in every girls book, he has a perfect body, nice hair and those eyes that looked as if they could see straight through me into my heart. His face had not lkeft my mind since I had seen him in the rain for some reason he had looked more in his element outside in the rain than he ever did in school. I sighed, trust me to like another guy when I have the perfect boyfriend. Aaron, I sighed. I had not text him back partly because I was ashamed of Collin but partly because it would be the same boring conversation. Aaron was so broing but Collin was probably just as boring if I got to know him. It was probably just the mystery of Collin. The steam from the saucepan full of pasta knocked me down to earth. I pulled it off the stove and began to prepare the dinner and finish the salad.
"Skyla ." Dad yelled ten minutes later.
"It `s finished" I said and brought the food into the dining room. Mom was folding the napkins into swans, a skill no doubt I would soon have to learn.
"Thank you." Mom said and we began to eat. Dad and Mom chatted about the bakery as plastic as my Mom was, she truly loved Dad `s bakery. She helped out at least once a week and seeing her half covered in flour with her hair flying everywhere and a stained apron, she was content. Mom loved the social life but the bakery was also important to her, it also bonded her with Dad. I guess it was kind of similar to me because I loved music but I did not love the social life one bit. If I were honest, I felt I had no true friends, Jane and Chloe were plastic and to be honest followers. Aaron was trying to be the fantasy guy of captain of the rugby team, good looking and image was his priority. I was part of his image. My best friend was my Dad. I truly felt I could rely on him but even with Dad, there were some things I could not tell him like the fact that I had not felt ready when I had done it with Aaron it had just felt like it was something I had to do, should do. I sighed. Then grabbed my plate and ran upstairs. I lay on my bed, where was my life going? I was as plastic as my friends but unlike them I did not choose to be plastic. I let some tears fall and held my bear closer.
I woke up a while later, my tears were gone and I was hungry. I had had no appetite at dinner. I pulled off my duvet and put on my slippers and padded downstairs. I opened the fridge and pulled out a fudge yoghurt. I turned around and for a split second, I though I saw someone outside, I wandered over to the window and peeped outside but there was nothing. I decided it was darkness playing with my eyes. I ate my yoghurt and went back upstairs, lying down again. A picture came to mind the person outside was Collin and he had come to rescue me. With this thought, sleep returned.
My alarm went off and I groaned. It was six in the morning, I turned over but then Mom burst in and pulled open the curtains. In her hands was a straighteners. I pulled myself up.
"Morning sweetheart, I will just do a quick job then you can eat your breakfast. I know your appetite." I allowed my eyes to close again while I sat at my desk chair and the straightners ran down my hair. After half an hour, I was free to eat. I galloped down the stairs and grabbed one of Dad `s special breakfast muffins. Yummy, my stomach appreciated it. I finished it then sprinted back upstairs and chose my outfit. It was actually sunny today and according to Dad, a surprising thirteen degrees celius. I decided to be bold and put on a light blue summer dress with a silver shrug and heels. I looked in the mirror and smiled at the reflection. Yes, I looked stunning. Mom came in and applied my make up and finally we left for school. I ended up late as my eyeliner faded and had to be reapplied. Honestly, Mom wanted me to be so perfect, it was not even funny but then Mom had come from an advantaged background and had been brought up the same way. Someone else was late. I climbed out of the car and took a longer look, it was Collin. My heart beat increased, I took a deep breath and began to make my way up to school.
"Hi." He said. His voice was deep and husky. Some of the guys in my year were going through the phrase of croaky voices but Collins was perfect.
"Hey." I said and gave a small smile.
"You play the piano?" He asked.
I nodded, unsure what to say no-one in school really knew about it and I doubt they cared.
"Why are you not in the school band?" He asked and sounded genuinely interested in my music and he seemed to have great confidence in my music also.
"I am really not that good." I said.
"But is it not about just enjoying yourself and the music?" He said and my heart skipped a beat, he was so deep. I looked him in the face for the first time and truly appreciated Collin. There was a lot more then appeared on the surface but the surface was very pleasing. I noticed he had a bit of stubble on his chin. He stared back at me, unafraid of my eyes and I felt like he too was taking me in. I blushed and he smiled.
"Could I hear you play please?" He asked. I shook my head immmediatly, I would never be able to play with him here, he was killing my nerves. He looked disappointed.
"Please?" He asked again and his eyes turned pleading and I swear his look could have made butter melt.
"Ok." I said before I had time to think. No my brain screamed, No you idiot, you are going to embarrass yourself. For the first time I took in where I was, I was right outside my classroom.
"I have to go." I said and indicated my head towards the classroom.
"Wait when will I hear you play?" He asked, sounding concerned. My instinct was to say never, my mouth said
"Soon. Bye." I said and turned the handle and before I opened the door, I heard a husky goodbye and if possible my heart pounded faster.
Collins POV
I had imprinted. It was strange it was like a freedom, I never knew existed. I felt free and happy but also sad as she was not mine. Not yet, I vowed, I would make sure Skyla loved me because my love for her was overwhelming powerful and could nto be cast aside. I had just finished my shift and was walking home in human I smelled it, her scent. Breathtakingly beautiful just like her. Using my nose, I found her house and there she was in the kitchen in the half light. She was dressed in pyjamas and her hair was askew but still stunning. I took in her beauty then she looked up. I slunk behind a tree. She came close to the window and it took all my restraint not o come out from behind the tree and declare my undying love for her. After a couple of seconds she left the kitchen. I stood still, mentally replaying that image of her in the kitchen, she was perfection. I began the walk home and all the time, I focused on her face, my werewolf senses allowed me to see her even closer and allowed me to truly see her. I bet her character was even more fantastic. I climbed into my bedroom window and lay in my bed.
I imagined us together and for the first time, I really could see my future and it all involved her. We would be together forever where ever she went I would follow. I wanted to wake Kylie up and tell her that fairytales were true and that true love did exist. I wanted to tell her how wonderful life was. I took a deep breath that was a lot for a guy like me who barely thought about tomorrow. It was a whole different mindset from last week where the most important thing for me was food and Emily `s cooking. I allowed my exhaustion to take over, it had been a long crazy life changing day.
Next morning, I woke to Kylie sitting on top of me, belting my back.
"Kylie." I muttered and with one hand, picked her up by her dress and placed her on the floor.
"We are late, its nine." She screamed. I looked at the clock. She was right, it was nine.
"Where is Mom?" I said, getting up. "Why did she not wake me up?"
"Note." Kylie said. Mom and Dad had gone on a morning walk. Perfect, we were late and I had been planning on being early so I could wait for Skyla to come.
I grabbed Kylie again and rushed out of the house. I dropped her at preschoola and she was not happy being late. A normal child would love missing school but not Kylie she was one of a kind. I jogged up to school and then I saw her. She was late too, it was destiny.