I'm so sorry that it's been this long since I've updated. I actually forgot about this story until I checked my profile. I hope anyone still reading it can forgive me and enjoys the next chapter! Please review when you've finished; I love hearing what I did well on and what I need to work on.
The next morning, I looked over and saw Ashley, and I realized that I hadn't been dreaming. I really was here, with the girl I loved. She was so peaceful, asleep, that I didn't want to wake her. I just watched her, until the alarm from her clock. Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" blared out from the speakers, jarring Ashley awake at six am.
"Ugh," she groaned, opening her eyes, "is it morning already?"
"Yep," I said, and pulled her out of the bed.
"Ok, Jake, um, I have no idea what I'm going to do with you today," she said, a little apprehensively, " I have school all day, and you can't come with me, and I have no idea how to sneak you out of here without anyone noticing." As Ashley said this, she was digging around in her dresser, trying to find something to wear to school. She held up two different tops, and three skirts trying to decide. Personally, I liked the hot pink skirt with the white shirt and her pink necklace.
"Ashley, please," I told her, rolling my eyes, "I can sneak out as a dog when your dad goes to work, then I'll follow your scent to school. I want to watch you."
"Jake, seriously, I'll be in class. You have no way to find me at school, then you won't be able to hear or anything would you?" she asked, trying to be practical, "You might be able to see me though; all my classrooms have big windows. The campus is close to the woods, so I guess you could hide out there. Dad's already left for work; he leaves an hour before me. This might work, for now, as long as Ricky doesn't see the dog he killed coming back to life. You have to stay away from me as a human, if he sees you near me…"
She pointed to a bruise on her thigh and whispered, "He gave me this when I was unfaithful. I was talking with Jamie Sullivan in the hall before math. I apparently was flirting too. I don't know what he'll do to me if he finds out you slept over. Oh god, this is really bad. I should be with you, I should…"
I cut her off with a kiss, hold her face in my hands. "Look," I told her, "I know you're in a really bad situation, but I can take of you. We were meant to be together, I love you. Ricky is nothing. Give me time, and we'll find a way to take care of him without risking your life, or your dad's. I promise."
She sighed. "Oh Jake, I wish that was true. I know Ricky. He loves me and won't ever stop. Let's not focus on that now. I need to finish getting ready. Ricky always picks me up at seven, school starts at seven thirty. Can you get out for a sec while I change?"
I went out to the hall, and waited for my love to come out. "Ok," she called, "You can come back in." I did, and she was standing in her bathroom with a straightener, fixing her hair.
"I want to know more about you," we said at the same time, and laughed.
"Ok," she said, "You first. What do you want to know?"
"Everything," I said, meaning it, "What does your dad do for a living? What are the names of your family members? What's your favorite color? Favorite movie? Book? Do you have a best friend? What do you like to do for fun?"
"Wow," she said, running the straightener over the back of her head, "Let's see. My father, Derek, is a lawyer, and my mom,Kathy, was too, before I was born. She quit to stay at home with me, before the accident. My younger brother was named Sean. Pink is my favorite color, I love Titanic and The Godfather, and I adore Harry Potter. I don't have a best friend, I spent all my time with Ricky in the beginning, I stopped calling my friends back, and soon, the stopped calling. I love to run, and would love to join the track team, but Ricky thinks I shouldn't expose myself the way the girls on the team do. He thinks it would be a bad idea for me to run around in a sports bra in front of the boys' team. I also love to swim, but it's harder now. I can't be in a bathing suit, because I have to cover the bruises and scrapes."
"My turn," she added, turning to her makeup bag. Her hair was pin straight and perfect now. "Tell me about your family, the other werewolves. Where are you from? Favorite color, book, movie, sport?"
"Ok," I said as she dabbed concealer on the bruise on her cheek, "My mom also died in a car accident when I was little. Her name was Jennifer. My dad, Billy, is a wheelchair because of his diabetes. I have twin older sisters, Rachel and Rebecca. Rebecca is married in Hawaii, and Rachel is a student at the University of Washington. I'm from a small, rainy town called Forks. There about nine other wolves in my pack. Our leader's name is Sam. My favorite color is orange, I love American football, The Matrix is my favorite movie and my favorite book is Nicholas Nickleby." Ashley had finished her makeup, and took my hand. "Breakfast," she said, pulling me down stairs. We both had a bowl of Lucky Charms, though mine was a mixing bowl, and her was a regular size one. A car horn honked just as she put her bowl in the sink. "Oh crap," she cried, "Where's my bag? Ricky doesn't like it when I'm late!" I found her North Face book bag next to chair, handed it to her, and she ran out to a black convertible. I watched from the kitchen window. Ricky opened her door, took her bag, all things a gentleman would do. I knew he wasn't however. The second they pulled away, I opened the door, phased, then took after ther car.