A/n: So I guess I should have told you guys about this before I started, but this story is set 15 years post-Breaking Dawn. I'm not sure the exactly how old everybody was in Breaking Dawn because Stephenie Meyer didn't give us anybody's age in Breaking Dawn. So I am completely guessing the ages of the characters. To me their ages would be: Sam-36, Emily- 36, Quil-33, Clair-19, Paul-33, Rachel-35, Jared-34, Kim-32, Jacob-33, Embry-33, Leah-36, Seth-32, Collin-30, Brady-30, Renesmee-looks 21, and of course all the Cullen's are the same age as they were in Breaking Dawn. It also occurred to me while goggling the characters names that in Breaking Dawn that there was 7 other wolves that were un-named and, apparently, young. So I gave the 7 other wolves' names :D Their names are: Gabriel-30, Aaron-29, Christian-30, Trenton-28, Victor-29, Zachary-30, and Kevin-27. Yeah I know those aren't as original as Stephenie's characters names, but I am just simply not that creative. Also, Katherine's age would be 16, which would mean that she was 1 during Breaking Dawn.
Phew! That was hard! Ha-ha. Now everything else will be explained by Katherine in the story. Enjoy!
Previously on Running from Tomorrow: Katherine's mom was in town and made dinner for Kat, but the gesture went unnoticed by Kat because she was too busy wondering about getting drunk. After Kat and her friend Jay gets to the party Kat starts to drink and ends up almost having sex with a complete stranger. But she still has PTSD (which will be discussed in later chapters) and ends up leaving the party. After she gets home and starts to make herself breakfast, but is distracted when a news report claims that a plane had crashed. Kat then calls her mother's co-worker and she confirms that her mother was on the plane that crashed.
"Cindy!" I practically yelled into the phone "Cindy its Katherine, do you know which flight my mother was on today?" I waited. And waited. Nothing. "Cindy are you there?"
"I'm so sorry, honey" She whispered.
The second those words came through the phone I hung up and shoved my phone in my back pocket. I turned off the stove and ran for the door. But right as I running out of the apartment I ran right into something hard. As I was falling back two strong arms wound around me, pulling me back up.
"Whoa, there tiger. What's wrong?" I looked up and into Jay's kind face. He looked concerned, probably because I was running out of my apartment at 6:30 in the morning. We both knew that I was never early for school.
"Jay! Oh my God Jay! I need to get to the airport I have to see my mom!" I yelled while trying to maneuver around him to get to the door. He froze when I said that and held me at arm's length. I was still trying to get around him and out of the door, but damn, he was strong.
"Your mom? What the hell is happening Katherine?" he said looking at me like I had just lost all my marbles. "You never call her your mom!" He said when I looked back up at him. I was frantically searching for a way to get around him. "Hey, are you crying?" this time he didn't yell at me and instead touched my chin, again making me look up and into his eyes. I touched my cheek and felt the moister there. This time I was the one to freeze. I pulled my hand away from my cheek and looked at the moister that was on my fingertips. "What's wrong with your mother, Kat? Why do you need to get to the airport at 6:00 in the morning?" I tried to answer but my throat was dry and all that came out was a squeak.
And then my knees gave out. Jay bent down too, his hands still holding my arms in a vice-like grip. Instead of letting me lay on the floor he picked be up bridal style and carried me into the kitchen. Setting me on the counter he went and grabbed a bottle of water from my freezer and a carton of strawberries.
"Here," He said passing me the bottle of water. "Drink and then tell me what's going on." Despite the hardness of his face his tone was gentle. I followed his instruction, taking the bottle to my lips and taking a big sip. I then realized that I hadn't had anything but alcohol for the past eight hours. I was thirsty. And after drinking half of the bottle I finally looked back up. Jay was sitting there with a hard mask over his face. He was trying really hard to not to give away how worried he was for me.
"She's dead, Jay. My mother was on that plane that went down this morning and I think she's dead." and despite the water I just drank, my voice still cracked at various places during my explanation. Suddenly Jay's hard mask fell and underneath was my friend who look shocked as hell.
"What plane crash?" he asked softly. I pointed toward the TV, which was still showing footage of the plane crash. It looked bad. Things were on fire and the entire front of the plane was under water. "Wow," he muttered "are you sure she was on that one?"
"I called Cindy and she said she was. I was just going to go to the airport when you got here." His gaze left the TV and focused on my face.
"Do you need a ride?" he asked. And despite everything I smiled. Jay was truly my best friend.
After I nodded he helped me off the counter and grabbed my water bottle as well as the strawberries he pulled out earlier. As we walked toward the door he suddenly stopped and turned around, facing me.
"You do know that you're not wearing any shoes, right? He smirked. I looked down and I was still wearing just my socks. I turned around and went into my room, grabbed my Converse. On a normal day I would have laughed at my stupidity. But right now all I was concerned about was getting to the airport. After I pulled the shoes on Jay lead me down to the parking garage and I sat in the passenger seat. The entire ride was a silent one. I was nibbling on the strawberries and taking small sips of my water. But, the knot in my stomach was becoming larger and larger the closer we got to the airport. This cannot be happening.
As we pulled into the parking garage I suddenly felt like a two thousand pound weight had been dropped onto my shoulders. As we were walking toward the security room of the airport, I suddenly didn't want to know if my mother was really dead. I basically took care of myself since I was eleven. So what if she wasn't here to give me money for the rent and stuff. I could just use the child support check that my father sent me every other week for things like rent and food. And if I needed to I could get a job.
Once we were at the door of the security room I knocked. A big guy in a security uniform answered the door with a raised an eyebrow.
"I am looking for Cindy." I said without a greeting. He looked at me like I had lost all my marbles. Why is everybody looking at me like that? I was suddenly very angry at this man for looking at me like I had something was wrong with me. But, before I could yell at him for him looking at me Cindy was behind him, elbowing him out of her way.
"Calm down, Al. She's with me."
"Cindy," I practically yelled, throwing myself at her. "Cindy please tell me that she is alright." I begged. But by the way she looked; I could tell that my mother was gone. And for the second time that day, my lags failed me. This time, though, the guy named Al grabbed me before I could hit the floor. He picked me up the same way that Jay had earlier and brought me into the room that Cindy had just walked through. Once I was set into a chair Jay was handing me my bottle of water. Once I could talk again I turned to Cindy and asked the question that had been bugging since this morning.
"What happened?" My mother had been on so many flights and none of them even had a complication. I just couldn't wrap my head around how such a routine flight had failed. By the way she looked I could tell that this question had been asked many times before.
"Well," she said "there was some bad weather, which was causing the pilot to be a little on edge. There was also some very dense fog and the winds were pretty high. Um, also the plane was slightly behind schedule, so the pilot might have been in a hurry. And the flight was an early morning flight, so the pilot may have been less than alert." She cleared her throat and looked like she was about to cry. But I still needed to know. "Um, the two pilots had also never flown together, so it is suspected that once things started to go south, they didn't have the best communication. So, because of all those factors, once there was a dramatic headwind drop, the plane was moving too fast to make a recovery. And the pilots were unable to get the plane back under control."
I sat there, trying to make the things she said make sense. But it didn't. Those things sounded like they could happen to any flight. So why did they have to happen to the flight that my mother was on?
"Honey," Cindy's voice broke through my brooding. "I need to call child services now." And at that I stood up.
"What? Why do you need to call child services?" I was truly perplexed as to why they would need to call child services. I was sixteen. I could take care of myself.
"Well, you are technically still a minor, so I am required to call child services so that they may find a suitable home for you." I could tell that she hated telling me this, but I still didn't understand why I needed child services. I could take care of myself.
"But, Cindy I can take care of myself. I have for years. You know this. I don't need child services to put me into a home! I have a perfectly fine home as it is!" As I spoke I could tell that I was speaking to deaf ears. They were still going to call child services.
"I'm sorry, Honey. But, it is required for me to call them." she did look regretful. And I knew that she didn't want to call them, that it was her job. So I relaxed in to the chair and huffed.
"Fine. Call them." I said. Maybe I couldn't stop her from calling child services, but maybe I could get the child services people to listen to me. Cindy then got up from the chair next to me and moved over to one of the many phones in the room.
It only took about fifteen minutes for the child services people to get to the airport. Once they did I was actually a little shocked at how they looked. I expected big guys with body armor on to come and drag me away by the tops of my arms. But the people standing in front of me were probably the least intimidating people I had ever seen. The lady was only about five feet tall and had strawberry blonde hair that was just about as curly as mine was. She had soft features that reminded me more of a child than a grown woman. The man standing with her also looked like he was about 5'2" and was wearing a sweater vest. Ha-ha. A sweater vest. These people would be such push overs.
After they introduced themselves to Cindy they turned to me with big smiled on their faces. They pulled chairs up in front of me and Jay and pulled some papers out. The lady then turned to Jay with a smile.
"Hello, there. My name is Harmony and this is Joe. We are here to help Miss. Adams." she said while smiling between Jay and myself.
"I am Miss. Adams." I replied with a smile.
"Great," she said with another smile. Okay maybe the smiling is a little creepy. She then turned to Jay "and you are?"
Jay looked like he wanted to punch this lady in the face. I wondered what his problem was. "I am Jay. Miss. Adams' best friend."
"Great, well if you wouldn't mind can you step out of the room? We need to talk to Miss. Adams alone." Joe said.
Jay didn't say anything. Instead he turned to me with a raised eyebrow. I knew he was asking me if I was okay being alone with them, so I nodded. Cindy was still in the room if I needed her. And without another word, Jay got up and walked out of the room. Once he was gone they lady turned to me with yet another smile on her face. Yup, definitely creepy.
"Okay, Miss. Adams I just need to ask you a few questions." she looked at me like she was expecting me to say something. When I didn't say anything she continued. "So, can you tell me if you have any other family members that would be willing to take you in?"
"Listen, I know that you guys need to put me into a home because I'm still 'technically' a minor, but can't you guys just look the other way this time? I have been taking care of myself sense I was, like eleven." I said with a smile. I was really hoping that I could convince these people to let me go.
"I am sorry Miss, but we cannot do that. Now do you know of anybody else in your family that would be willing to take you in?" Her voice had lost some of its kindness and sounded sharper than just a few moments ago.
"You're not listening to me. I. Can. Take. Care. Of. Myself." I said trying to make them look at me as more than just a child.
"And you are not listening to us Miss," Joe said in a much harsher tone then the one I used. "We need to know if you have any family members that will be willing to take you in. And if you don't have anybody then you will be going in to foster care." That shocked me. Could they really put me into foster home? That idea scared me.
"Um, I don't know of any family. My grandparents are dead. And my mother didn't have any brother or sisters." I answered. The whole idea of foster care seriously scared the shit out of me. And the fact that I didn't know of any family scared me. I couldn't go to foster care.
"Well, okay then." Harmony said with her friendly tone back. "What about your father?" It was a simple enough question, but it still hurt. My father had left my mother before I was even born. The only contact I had with him was through the bi-weekly child support checks I got from him. I didn't even know his name.
"Um, well he sends me child support checks, but that's it. I don't even know his name, much less a phone number or address."
"But, do you have the child support checks?" Joe asked looking a little bit excided. Okay, these people are really creepy.
"Yeah, I actually think that I have one in Jay's car." In fact, I knew I did. Jay was always getting my mail from my mailbox and leaving it in his car. They then walked me and Jay out to his car to get the check. I wasn't sure what a check could help with, but the both of them seemed excided enough when I handed then the check. They were then on their phones, calling people who were supposed to help find my father.
After about two hours of sitting in the airport security room, Joe got a call telling him that they had a phone number. As they called I was strangely nervous. Was my father even going to want to see me? I didn't even know the reason that he had left. Maybe he wasn't ready for kids. Maybe he still wasn't ready for kids. But before I could worry too much Joes face lit up. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but if Joe was smiling I was sure that it was good. A couple of minutes later he hung up the phone, still with a smile on his face.
"Well," He said "the good news is that your father says that he is willing to take you in." At that I smiled. That's good. I was sure that he would let me stay in school with Jay. From what my mother had told me: they meet in Brooklyn. Which wasn't that far from where Jay and I lived. "So, we will just get you on a plane tomorrow and you shall be all set." he finished.
"Wait, why would I need to get on a plane?" I asked. Brooklyn wasn't worth a flight, if needed people normally drove. Joe looked over at Harmony and then looked at Jay.
"Um, well do you know where your father lives?" He asked.
"Yeah," I replied "he lives in Brooklyn." After I said that he then looked over at Harmony with a confused expression.
"No, I'm sorry but your father lives in Washington." At that I froze. Washington. Like half way across the entire freaking U.S, Washington? No. That couldn't happen.
"What?" I knew I sounded like an idiot, but that's all I could say. I was baffled. I couldn't move.
"He lives in Washington. You have to move to Washington. I know it will be hard, but the good news is..." Joe's voice started to fade as I thought this through. I had to move. I had to move away from the only place that I knew as home. I had to move away from Jay. At that thought I turned to Jay. He was looking at me with tears in his eyes. He obviously already knew what this meant. We had to say good-bye. "So if you want we can accompany you to your home so you may pack. Your flight will be tomorrow afternoon, so we will also be able to say good-bye to any of your friends if you want." Joe finished.
"Do I have to go?" I asked. If it meant staying with Jay than I was willing to go into foster care.
Joe looked shocked. Probably thinking that I had lost my mind. Witch I probably did. "Yes, you do. Your dad is your legal guardian now."
"But, I can't move. I have only ever lived in New York. How am I supposed to live in Washington?"
"I am sorry Miss, but you have to move. I am sure that you will adapt to life in Washington." Harmony said trying to sooth me. But, despite her encouraging words, I felt a sudden surge of anger. How dare these people think that they could just stomp into my life and tell me what to do.
"I'm not going." I declared. I would not leave my life in New York. I just wouldn't.
"You don't have a choice anymore." Joe said. The look in his eyes told me that it was not a topic that was up for discussion. And I couldn't think of any way for them to see it my way. So I just nodded.
"Okay then," Harmony said "I will accompany you to your home and will allow you to pack. We will be spending tonight in a hotel here by the airport."
They then took me out to Harmony's car and drove me to my apartment. The ride seemed longer than the one Jay and I had taken that morning. Thinking about that ride I remembered why I was moving to Washington in the first place. My mother was dead. I couldn't seem to control the tears that flowed from the corners of my eyes. Jay was already there when we pulled up. He walked beside me to the elevator, his arm slung around my shoulders, giving me the comfort I needed. Once we were in my apartment Harmony sat in the living room while Jay and I went to pack my things. I pulled out the suit cases that I had stashed in my closet from when Jay and I had gone on vacations. I pulled out all of my clothes from my closet and from my dresser. I didn't bother folding them because it would have just taken too much time. And I only had a couple of hours until I would have to leave. I decided to leave all of my bathroom things because I could just simply replace those.
I was never the one to take pictures or have little nick-knacks. All I had to pack was my clothes, my shoes and my guitar. After I was all packed I looked around the room that I had lived in for the past 16 years of my life. It was pretty boring. It had light purple walls and a simple bed and dresser. My blankets were a light gray. There weren't pictures of celebrities or friends. I didn't even have any awards on my walls. It didn't even look like anybody lived here. I then turned to look at Jay. He was leaning against the closed door with his arms crossed over his chest. Just watching me pack. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hesitated for half a second before I felt his arms wind around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"What am I going to do without you?" he asked into my neck. I felt the moister there and knew that he was crying. I couldn't blame him either, I was crying too.
"Crawl into a hole and die a terrible, lonely death clutching a picture of me. You know, what's expected of you when your best friend moves across the world." And my little plan worked. He laughed.
"I am serious. I am going to miss you so much." I smiled. I knew he was going to miss me. I was going to miss him too.
"I know. But just think; in two years I will move back and it will be like I never left." I really hoped that what I was telling him this that it was true. "And I can always come up here for the holidays." He then pulled back and looked into my eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He said. There was then a knock from the other side of the door.
"Miss, are you ready to leave?" Harmony asked from the other side of the door. I turned and looked at the clock. The few hours I thought I had before I had to leave for the hotel was gone.
"Yeah." I said before turning and grabbing a couple of suit cases. Jay and Harmony helped me bring all of my things down and into her car. I had about nine suitcases. My life was now in nine suitcases. Jay hugged me again before I got into the car, making me promise to call him when I landed in Washington. It was pretty scary flying only a day after my mother was killed in a plane crash.
That night in the hotel was terrible. Even after I cried until I almost got sick, I couldn't sleep. Harmony was in the bed next to me, sleeping peacefully. But I couldn't sleep. I had been insomniac for about two years, so I was used to getting about two hours of sleep a night, if that. But, it seemed as if I couldn't turn my mind off for even those few hours. When 8 o'clock finally came around I decided that it was a good time as any to get ready. I took a shower using the tiny shampoos and conditioners that smelled like coconut. I got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a purple t-shirt. I knew that Washington was going to be cold, so I got my leather jacket out. I then threw on my favorite pair of boots and walked out of the bathroom.
Harmony was already dressed in a pair of black slacks and a blue blouse. She was sitting on the bed watching the morning news. When I walked into the room she looked up with a smile.
"Are you hungry?" she asked. I really wasn't hungry, but it occurred to me that I hadn't had anything to eat besides the strawberries yesterday morning. So I nodded. She grabbed her purse and we walked across the street to a McDonalds. I ordered a fruit smoothie and a breakfast burrito. The smoothie was actually pretty good, but the burrito was disgusting. I forced half of it down before I threw the rest of it away.
Harmony was still eating her breakfast platter by the time I finished my smoothie. I sat there watching a little kid play in the play place while she finished her breakfast. She seemed comfortable with the silence between us. I supposed it was her job to just make sure that I got to Washington safe and not necessary to talk to me.
After she was finished eating we made our way back to the hotel to grab my bags. I was shocked to see that my flight was only a couple of hours away. After we got to the airport and through security we were faced with the extremely boring task of waiting till we could board the flight. I pulled out my iPod and lost myself in my music until the intercom lady said that we could board.
The flight was even more boring than waiting. The flight was supposed to be six hours and five minutes but there was some turbulence, so we were running a little late. Every time the plane shook I almost peed myself. All I could think about was the fact that this was probably what my mother experienced right before her plane crashed, but despite all of my worrying the plane landed safely.
When we got off the plane I expected to meet my father somewhere in the airport. But, after Harmony helped me get all of my bags and my guitar we walked outside. As she was flagging down a car curiosity got the best of me.
"Where are we going exactly?" I asked. She turned to me with a confused look on her face.
"Your father's house?" she said. I think she meant to answer my question but it came out as more of a question itself.
"Well yeah, but I thought that he was going to meet us here."
"Oh, no" she said with a tiny laugh "I have to make sure that you get to your father's house safely. So I will be accompanying you to your father's house. It's just a requirement." She said while holding the taxis door open for me. I got in without another question.
On the ride to my father's house I thought about what he would be like. For all I knew he could be some sort of crazy mass murder. But, then again if he was I was hoping that it would have shown up on the back ground check that Harmony and Joe said they did. I was kind of hoping that he would be the 'eternal bachelor' kind of guy that would let me do anything that I wanted. Then there would be no reason for me to complain. It would be just like New York, expect that Jay wouldn't be there. When I thought his name it sent a sharp pain right through my heart. I already missed him.
I remembered that I told Jay that I would text him once I arrived in Washington. I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message.
I arrived safely :) you can stop staring at the phone now, - K
After a few moments my phone buzzed.
Good I'm glad you're alright. And for your information staring at the phone works. –J
I laughed at that and started to type my reply, but before I got to send it I got another text.
So what's it like there? –J
I looked out the window for the first time since I had gotten in the cab. It was raining and hailing. Gross.
Wet, -K
Almost immediately after I sent that I got his reply.
Smart ass, I guessed that. What's the parental like? –J
I sighed. I was worrying enough about that without him bring it up.
Still in the cab. I will text you once I meet him, -K
Just as I sent that the cab came to a stop. Harmony was already out of the cab so I was guessing that this was where he lived. I put my phone in my pocket and claimed out of the cab. The taxi driver helped me get all of my luggage from the back of the cab and onto the front porch. After we were done with that I gave him a ten and told him that I thought that Harmony was going to be a little while and that he could leave. After he left I turned and looked at the house.
I was a big house. The walls were stone and it looked like it was about three stories tall. It was beautiful. But, at the same time it was the kind of house that a family would live in, not a single guy. As I was staring Harmony came out of the front door with a smile on her face.
"Katherine, come on in!" she practically yelled even thought I was no more than five feet from her. I grabbed my guitar case and another suite case and walked in. I was kind of expecting a few people to be in the house, but what I saw shocked me.
There were so many people! From my first glance it looked like there were at least fifty people in the gigantic living room. The living room was a light brown color and the couches were an off white color. All together it was a very warm house. And the people staring at me had warm looks on their faces. But, I had never felt so cold. Whether it was the weather in this state or just the fact that I was in a new place with about fifty new faces I didn't know, but I was so cold.
The people in the room all looked like they belonged there. They had beautiful copper skin and almost black eyes. Well, almost everybody. There were about ten people who had white skin and weird golden eyes. But, even they looked like they belonged. Like lifelong friends.
"Katherine, this is Sam, Emily, Quil, Clair, Embry, Christian, Savannah, Trenton, Jared, Kim, Collin, Brady, Aaron, Victor, Zachary, Kevin, Leah, Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Rosaline, Emmett, Edward, Bella, Jacob, and Ren-esse-me?"
The girl she pointed to smiled "Renesmee." She corrected.
"Right, Renesmee. And the little ones over there are Noah, Haden, Sophie, Chloe, Madison, Ethan, and Sage." She said turning to me with a smile. Yeah, I would be smiling if I could remember all of those names in that little bit of time too. All of the people whose name was called smiled at me. But, I noticed that there were two people who she didn't name. There was a guy and a girl standing to the right of Harmony. I realized I was still standing in the door way, but I wasn't going to move into the room quite yet.
Despite their friendly smiles I was still on edge. I didn't like being in a room with guys that I didn't know and at least half of the people were men. And most of those men were shirtless. So I stayed in the door way. I needed an escape. Just in case.
"And this is Rachel and Paul." Harmony said; bring my attention from the shirtless men in front of me to the people to my right. And I saw it. The man standing there had the same nose as me. My mother always had a slightly bigger nose than me. But, this man had the exact same nose, and looking closer he had the same cheek bones too. Not to mention the hair. My hair was pitch black, my mother's was blonde, and this mans was pitch black.
The man smiled and held his hand out. I know that it was polite to shake it, but I was pissed. I was pissed because this man had left me before he even saw me. I was pissed because of the girl on his arm. I was pissed because I was betting that one of those kids was his. And I was pissed because even through all of that, he had the nerve to hold out his hand to me.
So I stared at him. I kept the eye contact with him until he dropped his hand. I knew that I was giving him a death stare in a room full of people but I didn't care. He pissed me off. Sensing the tension in the room Harmony decided to help.
"Well, um, if you have a place we could go to sign the papers I can get out of your hair." She said looking at Paul. He nodded and led her out of the room. The lady next to me smiled at me and held out her hand.
"I am Rachel. "She said with a smile "Paul's wife." This time I looked at her hand until she dropped it. I was still holding my guitar case in one hand and a suitcase in the other. "Well," she said looking nervous "Jacob will help you take your luggage upstairs. Your room will be the first one on the left."
When she said the man with Renesmee on his arm got up and walked toward me. I froze. He was big. And tall. And he was not wearing a shirt.
"It's fine," I said, speaking for the first time "I don't want you to be hypothermic." When I said that, he and several others in the room laughed.
"I'll be fine." He said walking by me and onto the porch. He grabbed a couple of suite cases and started to walk up the flight of stairs to my right. I followed him like a little lost puppy, which I kind of was at the moment. He turned to the left once we got to the top of the stairs and walked across a little loft area much like the living room below. There was a railing that allowed one to look out over the room below. It was pretty cool.
Jacob led me into the first room of many on the left of the loft area. The room was fairly boring. It had off white walls and a king size bed. The bed matched the dresser and the side tables. The bed had a black bed spread that matched the color of the bed frame and furniture.
Jacob dropped my suite cases next to the bed and went to go get more. I followed; still not comfortable with a man I didn't know carrying my luggage. After I had all of my luggage up in my room I started to unpack. But, once I opened up a drawer to the dresser I found a lot of men pants and sweats. There were about thirty pairs of pants in the dresser. I grabbed all of the pants and walked back to the living room.
Everybody was talking amongst themselves when I walked into the room. But, the second I got into the room the conversation stopped. Paul got up from his seat and walked up to me. I held the pants out at arm's length.
"These were in my dresser." I said as he took the pants from me. I made sure that he didn't touch me. As I turned to go finish unpacking his voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Dinner is almost done." He said. I stopped and turned around. I nodded.
"Okay." I said. I could still detect the harshness in my tone and I was hoping that he would too. "Lead the way."
He turned and walked away. I followed him into a big dining room. Everybody that was in the living room earlier was now at a seat around the gigantic table. The table reminded me of one that would be found in a bingo hall. Just a little fancier.
Everybody was talking as they took bits from the food in front of us. Well 'bits' was an understatement. The men practically engulfed the food. Just as I was about to take my first bite another man without a shirt came through the sliding back door.
"Sorry I'm late guys." He apologized "there was a tr-"he was cut off by a fork being thrown at him. "Hey, what was that for?" He asked.
Paul then cleared his throat "Seth, this is my daughter, Katherine." Seth then turned to me with a smile that slowly faded.
"Hi." He said holding a hand out for me to shake. He was leaning across the table and had his hair falling into his eyes. His eyes were big and brown, but if you looked close enough there was some green flakes in there. "I'm Seth" he said with another blinding smile. And despite myself I found my hand reaching across the table to meet his.
When our hands met, I half-smiled. He was the nicest person that I had met so far.
"Kat." I replied. He smiled and pulled his hand back. I didn't realize it until his hand was gone, but when we were touching I wasn't cold. He sat down and started to pile food onto his plate. As dinner progressed I found myself looking at Seth more than the rest of the people at the table. He was actually a nice looking person. He had dark brown hair that looked black at certain times.
And he was looking at me too. Every time I looked at him he was looking at me with a big goofy smile on his face. Geez, I loved that smile.
Almost as soon as I thought that, someone from the other end of the table called Seth's name.
"So were you put in the dog house last night for losing all your poker money? I know the last time that happened the you out." As he said that Rachel hit him over the head. "OW! What was that for?" he asked. Rachel's eyes flashed to me and then Seth.
The man who said that instantly shut up and stuffed some food into his mouth. I wasn't even paying attention anymore. Damn. The only nice guy here and he was taken. Just my freaking luck.
A/n: So that was the second chapter. Well, yeah. Thats about all i had to say. Hope you guys enjoyed :)