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8. Freak out

The next morning was a flurry of activity. I woke Daniel, made him and Sonja some omelets, changed
Sonja into a skirt and t-shirt, and helped Daniel brush his teeth; all while getting changed and drinking a cup of coffee.

I tugged my pencil skirt down and stared into the full-length mirror in the hall. I wore a white
blouse under a beige vest and couldn't help but think that I looked good. After having the kids, I had worked my ass
off to get back my old figure- I was close, but lately hadn't had enough time to go to the gym. Looking after two kids was enough of a work-out, anyway.

"Mama, you look really purdy!" stated Sonja when she came out from the kitchen. Daniel was already tying
the shoelaces of his shoes. I checked my watch. We had ten minutes. Mentally swearing, I grabbed Sonja's
shoes and ran to the car, my two kids following me with their school bags hanging from their shoulders.

In the car Sonja tugged her boots on and told me about how excited she was to meet a new teacher today while Daniel slept.

We arrived in the nick of time due to my crazy driving skills and the kids ran to their classrooms after a
quick good bye and a kiss on their cheeks.

It was quarter past eight by the time I got to the café and the booths were filled with sleepy customers.
Annie greeted me cheerfully as I entered.

"Hey you!" She waved. "You look hot!" I blinked. Had she really said that? Annie the Queen of Hot, the girl
who all boys went after, had called me hot? What was happening to the world?

"Thanks." I didn't have to tell her she looked beautiful- she already knew it.

"Hey gorgeous!" Mike embraced me warmly. "How you doing? No, wait." He studied me closely, his eyes going
wide as he took in the pencil skirt. I was seriously starting to regret wearing it. "Darling, you look hot! Don't
think I've seen you like this since, well, ever!"

I blushed at his praise. "Thanks Mike." I was starting to notice other people staring at me, mostly guys, and
cringed. Jesus. The miracles of skirts.

Once everyone had settled down I got to work, taking people's orders and bringing them their beverages and
early morning treats.

The door of the café opened and, as the visitor stepped in, a hush fell over the café. I looked up from the cash
register and stopped dead. No, it couldn't be, what was he doing here?

It was Will. Will Benedict.

"Mm-mmm. Now that's what I'm talking 'bout!" Annie murmured beside me, combing her hands through her hair
and applying a fresh layer of lip gloss.

Mine. I thought. I was surprised; the thought had just slipped out without me thinking…thank God I'd had my
shields up.

"Yeah, I suppose," I agreed with Annie.

"You suppose? Ange, that is one huge chunk o' hotness and I'm gonna get it!" she sauntered over to Will to
serve him. After he had settled into his boot and been given the menu, she came back, a disgruntled expression on her face.

"He didn't even look up! He's heartbroken, I bet. He had this pained expression on his face, like someone had
taken his heart and had torn it into shreds. I mean, who'd do that? I wouldn't break up with him!" I flinched
at her words. Me. I had broken his heart and 'torn it into shreds'. It was my fault.

"Hello? Earth to Angel? Snap!" Annie waved her hands in front of my face before tapping me on the forehead.
"You had this, like, tortured expression on your face for a second there. Anyways, I'm off. He's downing coffee
after coffee!" She walked over to him again, flirting with him. Her efforts were useless, however. He just drank
coffee and looked miserable.

About an hour passed before Annie went back to him. She returned to me and murmured, "Cheque." She then
went off to serve some sleepy-looking mums. Mike was serving some grandpas so I was the only one left.

"Oh well," I told myself, "he won't know it's me. I'll just help him and then he'll leave." Still, it was nerve-wracking,
walking up to him, greeting him, telling him the sum. My hands were shaking.

"Here." He handed me a tenner without even looking at me.

"Um…thanks." I put the tenner away and noticed he had looked up at me. The world around us seemed
to fade as he stared- just stared. It was like he was looking into my soul, or something.

"Jenny," he whispered. I couldn't react. I didn't know what to say, what to do. How did he know? For a
second, my thoughts were a whirlwind of panic, but then I collected myself, acting nonchalant and 'human'.

"What do you mean? Who's Jenny?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed
my wrist.

"Jenny. I know it's you. I can tell. Your energy, your mind, it's just so you. I could never forget," he said.
I couldn't help it; he spoke so simply, as if it was obvious, and I cracked.

"How did you know?" My voice is flat and betrays no emotion.

"I can always tell." His voice was filled with so much emotion, it shook. He was caressing me with his voice,
talking about how grateful he was, how my soul, the way it is, was printed into his mind like the back of his hand.

I got so fed up of him calling me Jenny. "I'm not Jenny Edwards. I lied. My real name's Angel Dupont," I snapped at
him. This didn't faze him.

"I thought I'd lost you. I knew going back to your apartment wouldn't help but I didn't know anything else about
you. I-I was depressed and horrified that I'd let you go. My soulfinder." He looked at me with such a look of longing
and desire, passion and love that I felt my cool exterior crumble away.

And then, out of nowhere, one single thought flitted through my mind:

What about Sonja?

He frowned. "What about her?" Crap. I had forgotten how much he seemed to be able to read from my mind.
What should I do? Lying seemed like the best bet but I was through with that. Somehow I doubted he'd be
happy to know that Sonja was Xav's child and yet he needed to know.

"Will, there's something you should know. While you were gone, Xav and I discovered something. You know
how when he was terrified about Summer being kidnapped, he had a one night stand? It was me he had a one night stand with."

I didn't know what expect; would he be mad, not bothered or just not react at all?

He did react, as it turned out. His face was so calm it was scary, but when he spoke his voice shook with anger.

"My brother slept with you." Was all he said. I nodded slowly.

"Xav is Sonja's father. I've been meeting up with your family, getting to know them, and-"

"What!" He stood up, so suddenly that the table shook. "Come with me." He stalked out of the café
and I followed. I felt Mike's eyes on me, his worried gaze asking me a silent question I couldn't answer.
I didn't know what was happening.

When we were outside, Will whirled around and stared at me. He spoke to me telepathically.

When were you going to tell me?

I didn't know until recently, Will, and besides, I didn't know where you were and I didn't want to meet up with you.

Were you ever going to tell me if I hadn't asked?

Yes. I swear I would have. I wouldn't have been able to keep it from you.

You didn't seem to have a problem keeping away from me. I flinched. It was true, though; all of it was true.
I didn't make anyone happy.

No, I didn't. I agreed. I felt a jolt of shock on the other end, then Will whirled around and started to walk
away, anger radiating off him. I raced after him.

"Will! What are you doing?"

"You're my soulfinder, Angel. And I can't fucking believe that my brother slept with you." His voice was trembling
again. I was getting scared. I followed him to where his car was parked and got into the passenger seat.
He didn't say a thing, but the silence was worth a million words. The whole ride was quiet; with me not
daring to say a word and him so mad he couldn't speak.

Will, please stop this. I begged as we pulled up to the hotel where the Benedicts were staying.

Hell no he replied. It was the only thing he said. He rushed into the building; the receptionist recognized
him and didn't ask for ID. When he saw me, he started to frown but saw that I was with Will. I followed
him quickly; he was so fast, taking the steps two at a time.

"Will! Stop!" I panted. He was already way ahead of me, determination written all over his face. He ignored
me, spikes of fury pouncing from his head into mine and I recoiled, terrified. He knocked on the door,
three loud, demanding knocks.

Unfortunately, it was Xav who opened the door.

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