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Chapter Twenty-Three

C.P.O.V

Now that I had my driver's licence, Jane was looking out for a car for me. Jane was a self-confessed car-phobe, she literally knew nothing about them bar how to drive them and putting gas in the car. Any car that she bought was chosen on the grounds of whether or not the car was good looking or not, she was currently driving a Porsche two seater, moving on from her usual favourite of a jaguar. I had always found her car choices to be ostentatious and was hoping that I would get a car that was small and cheap, nothing dramatic like hers which would make me stand out like a sore thumb. Although I doubted that would be a problem considering the backgrounds of the other students going to Oak Falls, lawyers, doctors, the usual types children, I was expecting them all to have expensive cars.

Luckily Jane had decided to let me have my own choice of car, giving me a limit of three thousand dollars, a relative fortune as far as I was concerned. Any car that I wanted should only cost about a grand, I didn't want a brand spanking new car, I preferred one which had lived a bit. Even though I had a better idea about cars than my mother, I was still relatively naïve about them, I wasn't sure where I was supposed to go about getting one or who with. So I had decided to visit La Push, I hadn't been there in a few days, Jane not wanting me to plague them with visits had ordered me to stay at home, now that my lessons were over my excuses for visiting La Push were harder to concoct.

Jane was in the kitchen skimming over the newspaper, drinking her usual cup of green tea before heading for work. I had much to my eternal annoyance turned into a morning person of sorts following my driving lessons, waking up at about six each morning, expecting to get up and leave soon after. At first I had cursed it wanting to spend longer in bed but being unable to get back to sleep once awake, thoughts of La Push and Quill in particular invading my thoughts, making sleep impossible. So after a few days of this I had admitted defeat and would get up and try and be productive, such as this morning, I was intending on getting a lift from Jane to La Push if I could work it, but I wasn't entirely hopeful.

Jane looked up from her paper, her eyes suspicious, a constant feature in regards to me, before seemingly pretending I wasn't there and returning to the paper. I wondered what would be the best way to approach this, should I come straight out and ask or should I butter her up first, I wasn't sure but I thought I should work the garage into the conversation. After all it would make sense for me to ask Jacob and most importantly for me Quill not that he would know more than Jacob about what type of car would be the most reliable.

"Mam…I was thinking about the car…." at this Jane looked up at me expectantly, clearly hadn't expected me to be talking about this, I silently wondered what she had thought I had come to her for, "Well its just that when I was in La Push….I got to know the guys that worked in the garage pretty well and I was thinking of dropping by and asking them for help with picking out a car…after all they would know what car is best for me…." I trailed off hopefully. Jane paused mid swallow of her cup of tea and looked at me oddly, almost angry I though or accusatory. "Claire.." she began, her voice sounded both angry and almost worried which was something that my mother rarely did, about me in any case, "this garage….I take it that they are friends of Sam…." Jane seemed to be weighing each word carefully before speaking, she looked at me at the last statement questioningly, I nodded in assent not sure where she was going with this, "Claire…does a man named…. Quill…. work there?" Jane asked, her voice dripping in disgust at Quill's name. I was surprised by this question, never expecting her to associate the two, how did she even know Quill?. This didn't make any sense, Emily then popped into my head and her warning about not mentioning that I had met Quill. Could there be some history there that I was unaware of ? I shook this notion off as ridiculous, Jane was far too old for Quill.

I tried to think of something to say in response to this, not sure what I should say, Emily had said that I shouldn't mention meeting older men she had said, not Quill specifically. I decided that I might as well tell her the truth, my prolonged silence seemed to speak volumes anyway. "Yeah he does…but I was thinking of asking Jacob Black he owns the place.." I added hoping it would soften her reaction because right now she looked fit to explode. Jane's eyes narrowed at this, "Claire….I want you to stay away from Quill….he…he's no good for you and I won't have my daughter associating with him.." Jane trailed off her voice trembling as she spoke. Now I was utterly confused, Quill was nothing but a gentlemen to me, a good friend of Sam and Emily, he was harmless and of course my idol at the moment. I stared at my mother stupidly before answering her, "Mam…I don't know what you're talking about…the Quill that I know...Quill Artera is a pretty nice guy…" I could feel myself blushing as I spoke his name, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by my mother. "Claire please just do as you're told for once will you no arguments…just stay away from Quill." Jane's voice was shaking as she spoke now and I wondered what her problem with Quill was, and usually I did as I was told but now I found myself feeling angry at Jane criticising Quill. "Mam Quill has never been anything but nice to me whenever I've seen him which for your information is not very often in case you were wondering...and he is friends with Sam and Emily and you trust them don't you?" I demanded, taken aback by my own bravery and my lie in between. I had said I didn't see Quill often, unless you counted daily ten or so minute encounters, which I was hoping didn't.

Jane's eyes widened in surprise unused to me answering her back and she placed her paper and cup on the island that she was sitting on a stool by before answering me. "So you've met him then…" Jane spoke quietly now, sounding frightened now for ounce. I couldn't understand what was going on, why was she so concerned with Quill all of a sudden. "Mam…I really don't see why you don't want me to see Quill…..we're only friends…" I trailed off, I knew that she had heard the faint hint of longing in my voice and was afraid of how she could interpret this. Jane moved from her stool and around to where I was standing, placing her hands on both my shoulders, "Claire…please tell me that you are not seeing him….please….and.." Jane trailed off, now I was slightly frightened of Jane; she looked quite scared, I couldn't understand it. "Mam no…..Quill is my friend…" I began but upon seeing her sceptical expression I quickly changed what I was about to say, "I mean…I have a bit of a crush on him….but Mam it's silly it's something Hannah and I joke about…..I mean Mam he's quite handsome…that's just about it nothing to worry about…". I explained awkwardly, not knowing what to do with myself. Jane looked at me as though she was trying to figure out if what I was saying was true or not, and finally her expression softened slightly. "Alright then…so you're not seeing him…that's good…" Jane was patting my arms as though she were checking I was intact, it was by far one of the strangest conversations that I had ever had with my mother. But before I could talk to her any further she left the room leaving me standing there staring after her.

Reappearing few minutes later, "I just rang Emily…Sam can take you to look for a car…alright…" Jane said, her voice implying that there was going to be no arguments on the matter. "Alright that's fine….I'll just go grab my bag.." I finished making my way towards the kitchen door quickly. "Where do you think you're going?" Jane asked her eyebrow raised. "Well I thought that I was going to La Push…" I mumbled stupidly. Jane watched me for a minute before speaking, "No not today …Sam is coming here for you.." Jane supplied smiling smugly at me. I realised then that this was an attempt to stop me from going to La Push, I wanted to shout at her in frustration, although I couldn't really do that and get away with it. Jane would ground her and she wouldn't get out of the house for who knew how long.

"Fine then.." I said rather grumpily storming off into the sitting room, dumping my bag onto the couch, flicking on the TV when I sat down. Jane stayed in the kitchen, I thought that I could hear her muttering to herself but I ignored it, turning up the volume on the TV, Biffy Clyro were playing, it was an old song now, "Living is a problem because everything dies" and it was hardly ever played. Jane stopped at the door as she passed, looking at me for a moment before she shook her head disapprovingly, slinging her bag strap over her shoulder and heading out the door.

I sat there staring out the window as Jane's car pulled out of the driveway, feeling annoyed that I wasn't going to get to go to La Push, but completely confused as to what had just happened between Jane and I. Why had she suddenly started spouting on about Quill, how did she even know him?. From what I knew Jane had never spent that much time in La Push before we moved to England, but even if she had, Quill would have only been a teenager, why would Sam be hanging out with him then?. Yet again the conversation between Emily and I where she had warned me not to mention Quill to Jane popped into my head, she had said that it was because Jane wouldn't approve of me hanging out with men. But now that didn't seem like a good enough reason, especially to prompt such a reaction on Jane's part, it was like she had been afraid of him. What could Quill have done that would cause such a reaction from Jane, I dismissed this thought though, I trusted Emily and Sam, I was sure that their judgement was right and that Quill was safe to be around. Why else would they be so willing to let me hang out with him?

Once I thought about it though, I realised that Sam and Emily had been more than accommodating with my seeing Quill, keeping it from Jane always seemingly running into him when I was around. But then I realised that that idea was ridiculous, it was coincidence why would Sam and Emily do that, I was a teenager with a slightly intense crush why would they play to that. Quill was a lot older than me, there was no way that Emily would be encouraging my crush knowledgably, they probably always had Quill over. I had noticed that the other guys from the garage, were always calling by, or else Sam when he was free would be down at the garage with them. No this was all coincidence, Jane had simply been confused, and had gotten Quill mixed up with someone else, yes that would be it I thought, I was sure that Jane would soon realise her mistake. Until then I would just have to not mention any meetings that I had with the ever perfect Quill Artera.