A/n: Yay! Another update! Yeah, like I said last chapter, I have no social life. SO, I will probably be trying to update every Friday. At least that's what I am hoping will happen. But, you know, life has a way of getting in the way of plans :) Also someone said that they were confused about the last chapter, and yea, she was raped. I just wanted the dream to stop where I thought that she would have woken up at. Don't worry though; there will be more talk about it in later chapters. I am sorry for any confusion that it caused :) Um...so...yeah...that's all I have to say for now. Hope you enjoy this chapter :D
Previously on Running from Tomorrow: Kat attends dinner at the Cullen's where she meets Seth's wife, Cayla. She learns that they only got married a few months before hand. She also learns that they are saving for a house and that Cayla is a med student. After dinner she heads back to Paul's house and calls Jay. She tells him about all of her insecurities about living in Washington, but he calms her down. After the call she goes to sleep and has a nightmare about am ex-boyfriend of hers.
He seemed to hear me that time because he took his face from my neck to look me in the eye. "Shhhh, Kat. It's just me. Shhhh…" he mumbled as he went back to kissing my neck. He didn't stop.
"STOP!" I yelled as I sat up in my bed. I was dizzy and covered in sweat, but it didn't matter as I threw my blankets off of me. I got out of my bed and walked over to my window. I threw it open and threw my legs out. I sat there for a few moments as I let the light rain wash away the tears that had started to fall as I slept. I wiped them away roughly and sighed. It wasn't real. I told myself over and over again. It kind of was. I reminded myself after a few seconds. Yeah, it kind of was. I thought as I climbed back into my room and shut the window.
The clock on my wall said that it was still only 2:45. I was so pissed off. I can't even get one night of peaceful sleep? I thought as punched the wall. To my surprise, the wall showed no sign of the abuse that I had just inflicted upon it. I pulled my arm back and punched it again…..and again…..and again.
After about the fifth time I punched the wall the pain of my hand finally made itself known. A sharp pain shot straight through my knuckles and seemed to reach my shoulder. I stopped punching the innocent wall and looked at my hand. It was red and there was some blood just starting to form on the tip of my middle knuckle. I groaned and turned toward the door.
I was just about to open my door when I remembered what I was wearing. Or rather; what I wasn't wearing. Pants! I turned around and found my suitcase. I was able to get the zipper open and pull out a pair of skinny jeans. As I pulled them on I silently cursed myself because every time I tried to pull them up my hand would throb. Did I really need to wear only skinny jeans?
I finally had to just lay down on the floor and kind of wiggle into my jeans. After I went through the whole other problem of actually buttoning my jeans I walked over to my door. As I walked down the stairs I got a good look at the house. The walls were a soft brown color and the sofas were an off white color. There was a big flat screen TV hanging up a few yards away from the door. There were some plants spread across the room as well as a few pictures of, what I was guessing, Paul's friends and family.
Behind the sofas there was a set of double doors. I opened them and took a left; toward the kitchen. I still had no idea where I would end up if I took a right. I walked over to the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen vegetables. I almost yelled when the vegetables made contact with my knuckles. They were starting to turn a sickly purplish color.
After standing awkwardly in the kitchen for a few minutes I finally decided to look around. I headed back down the hall I just came from and kept walking. There were two doors at the end of the hall. The one on the right was a restroom with only a toilet and a sink. The door on the left led to, what I was assuming, was an extra bedroom. It looked almost identical to the one that I had. I shut the door and walked back into the living room. There was a door across from the stairs, on the left wall. I walked over and opened it. It looked like an office. There was a computer sitting on a big desk that was covered in papers.
I walked out of the office area and walked back upstairs. There was a little loft looking area that had a bunch of toys scattered everywhere. The walls were a light green color and the chairs were a deep purple. To the left there was another set of stairs that led up to the third floor. I was assuming that this was where Chloe played. Instead of turning left and going back to my room I turned right and started to walk down the hall. After a couple yards I saw a door on the very end of the hall way. It was slightly ajar, so I peeked inside. It was obviously my father's room. The walls were a light blue and the furniture was white. The blankets were a mixture of light and dark blue flowers, giving the room a more feminine touch.
After walking back down the hall, threw the loft area, and pass my door, I came to a door at the end of my hall. I opened it carefully, hoping that I wouldn't wake whoever was inside. The walls to this room were a bright pink color. The furniture was a dark brown and the blankets that were covering Chloe were a light pink. The room looked a lot like what I assumed to be a 'normal' little girls room. There were pictures of other little girls, her friends I believe, and of her dad and mom. There were also a lot of pictures of celebrities on her walls. It was mostly pictures of Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez and Miley Cyrus. Obviously she needed to be educated in good music.
I turned around and walked back threw the hall, the loft area, and finally back down to the living room. I would just have check out the third floor another day. I sat down in one of the sofas surrounding the TV and grabbed the remote. I turned the TV on and started channel surfing. I finally found some action movie and settled deeper into the sofa. About half way through the movie I heard some noise coming from upstairs. I turned around and looked up to the second floor and saw Chloe. She was coming down the stairs dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. She had her backpack slung over her shoulder and her shoes in her other hand. She dropped her things by the door and turned to me.
"Morning." I said with a slight nod in her direction. She smiled and joined me on the sofa.
"Morning," she said as she turned her attention to the TV. There was some form of a car chase happening. "What are you watching?" she asked as she brought her knees up to her chin. I wasn't sure if she was supposed to be getting ready for school or not, but I wasn't about to send away my company.
"The Fast and the Furious." I answered as I turned the volume up. I had it turned down earlier so that I would wake anybody. She didn't say anything and just went back to watching the movie. After about ten minutes Rachel came down the stairs dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white blouse. She dropped her purse next to Chloe's backpack and looked at us.
"Good morning." She said as she walked over to us. She took a seat next to Chloe and looked at the TV for a few seconds.
"The Fast and the Furious?" she asked turning to look at me. I nodded and she turned back to the TV. "Well, we have to get going soon, Chloe, have you had some breakfast?" she asked turning to look at the little girl next to her. Chloe shook her head and got off of the sofa. She walked through the double doors and disappeared; leaving me alone with her mother.
She had the same russet skin that all of the Quileute people had, as well as the black hair and deep brown eyes. Her skin was free of any wrinkles of acne marks, and she didn't seem to be wearing a lot of make-up. She turned to me and smiled.
"You, on the other hand, will have to stay here for the day. Paul will be at the garage today and I have to work, so unfortunately you will be all alone today." She said with a tiny frown. I really liked the sound of being alone. "Well, unless you want to go to the garage with Paul?" she said turning to me with a smile.
"I'm fine being here alone." I said. I didn't mean for it to sound as harsh as it came out, but I didn't want to be stuck in a garage with Paul all day. I would rather be at school. "Do you happen to know if my transcripts have been received yet?" I asked as an afterthought.
She seemed to be taken back by my sudden change in topic, but decided to answer me anyway. "Um, I'm not sure, actually. I will stop by your school after work today and see if they have or not."
"Okay, thanks." I said as I turned back to the TV. I thought that she had forgotten about me going with Paul to the garage until she sighed.
"So, did you want to go to the garage today?" she asked turning to me with a hopeful smile. She seemed like a nice enough person; and I didn't want to take my anger out on her, so I tried to make my tone soft.
"Well, what would I even do there? I don't know anything about cars." I said in an attempt to hide the fact that I really just didn't want to go.
"You can answer phones and stuff like that. I'm sure that Paul would appreciate the help." She said with a slight pout. I sighed and looked back to the TV. I didn't have a problem with Rachel, so I tried not to upset her.
"I'll think about it." I said. Just then Chloe came back into the room. She walked over to the door and put her shoes on and grabbed her backpack.
"I'm ready." She said looking expectantly at her mother. Rachel sighed and stood up.
"I really hope you give it a chance." She said before she walked out of the door. I had a nagging suspicion that she was talking about more than a job.
I sat there watching the movie until Paul cane down the stairs. He sat down next to me and looked at the movie for a little until I decided that being in the same room as he; just wasn't going to work. I stood up and grabbed the, now melted, bag of vegetables with me.
"What happened to your hand?" he asked as I passed him to go into the kitchen. I flinched at the loudness of his voice before I turned toward him.
"I fell out of my bed this morning." I lied easily. I wasn't about to just come out and tell him all of my problems; not that he would care. He looked at my hand for a few moments before turning back to the TV. I turned on my heel and started to walk toward the kitchen again.
"The walls are pretty hard. Next time aim for a pillow." I heard him say as I was walking down the hall. I rolled my eyes and threw the vegetables back in the freezer. I didn't need advice from him.
I grabbed a banana and walked outside. It was raining, but it was that kind of rain that didn't really count as rain because it was so light. I stepped off of the patio area and started to walk. I still had no shoes on, but the mud under my feet felt amazing. Kind of like a mud bath for my feet. I smiled and looked up at the sky. The rain wasn't actually all that bad. It was actually kind of refreshing.
I started to walk through the forest, toward the beach. When I got there I was surprised to find a lot of people out. There were some people who were running down the beach, some who were having a morning picnic, and some who were taking a swim. So this is what people do when kids are in school.
I walked for a little before I decided to sit down. I stared out at a little girl who was running away from her mother when suddenly I felt like I was being watched. I turned around and looked at the forest behind me.
After a few seconds of staring a figure stepped out. I recognized Seth almost immediately. He was wearing a pair of pants and a white t-shirt. He smiled at me before he took a seat. He stared at the water for a few moments before he spoke.
"Morning." He softly said. I was funny that such a regular word said in such a regular way could make my stomach flutter. Married!
"Morning." I whispered. We sat in comfortable silence for a while, both of us content with the silence. After a while Seth decided to break the silence.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" he asked while pushing my shoulder playfully. After I picked myself up I laughed; he was strong.
"Are you saying that you don't want me here?" I asked instead of answering. I looked over at him to see that he was smiling at me. I didn't know what to do, so I smiled back.
"I'll always want you here." He said looking back out to the waves crashing against the shore. I wanted to ask him to elaborate, but I didn't want him to think that I was some sort of blushing school-girl that needs a guy to make her feel special.
"I don't know if the new school has gotten my transcripts yet." I said after a couple of seconds. He nodded in understanding before turning back to me.
"So what do you plan to do today?"
I hadn't really thought about it all that much. "I don't know." I answered truthfully. I really wanted to look around the town, but I wasn't sure if it would be a long walk and I didn't want to get caught in the rain. "What are you going to do today?" I asked suddenly.
"I have to work today." He said with a grimace.
"Where do you work?" I asked. Maybe I could tag along with him and get out of having to work with Paul.
"Jacobs garage." He answered. There goes my plan.
"Nice." I replied watching as a couple walked down the beach in front of us.
"Yeah," he said, sounding like he was deep in thought. "Do you want to come with me?" he asked suddenly. I jumped a little at the loudness of his voice before settling down. I thought about it for a little. If I went then I would have to spend the day with Paul. But, I would also get to spend the day with Seth; not to mention Rachel would be happy with my choice. I could also earn major brownie points for the future. And maybe if I am good then I could go to New York soon.
"Sure." I said getting up. We started to walk back to the house when Seth started to laugh. I looked at him for a second, but he was looking at my feet. I looked down and saw why he was laughing. My feet were covered in a thick layer of mud, sand, and some green stuff.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" he asked after he calmed his laughing. I shrugged.
"The mud felt nice." I defended myself. He chuckled a little before dropping the subject. As we reached the patio he turned to me with a smirk. I took an automatic step back; eying his suspiciously.
"You can't walk through the house like that." He said motioning to my feet. I crossed my arms.
"Watch me." I said as I tried to push past him and through the sliding glass doors. I didn't even get a single foot in the door before I felt warm hands on my hips. Suddenly I wasn't on my feet anymore. I was thrown over Seth's shoulder and we were walking through the kitchen. I faintly heard some laughter before I we were walking down the hall and up the stairs.
I crossed my arms to show him that his tactics were not working. After a few seconds I saw my mistake. He jumped up the last two steps; the momentum causing my face to collide with his back. I heard a small 'snap' sound before I felt the pain. It felt like somebody had just punched me square in my face. I uncrossed my arms and help my nose.
"OW!" I yelled. Seth seemed to notice that there was something wrong with me because he moved me so the he was carrying me bridal style. His eyes widened as he saw the blood flowing from my nose and down my hands.
"What happened?" he asked as he walked us through my room and into the adjoining bathroom. He set me down on the edge of the tub with my feet in the tub before he turned the water on. He turned around and started to go through the cabinets. He found a medical kit that I didn't know was in there before he grabbed a cloth and ran it under some cold water. He sat down next to me and put the cloth under my nose. The bleeding was slowing down, but it was still sore. I winced as he gently touched my nose. "So are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to guess?" he asked with a tiny smile. Up until then I had been focusing on the way his muscles flexed when he was doing such simple things.
"Um," I shook my head slightly to clear it, but that just made the pain more promenade. I winced and closed my eyes tightly. "Your back is like a freaking rock." I said when he touched my nose. He laughed lightly; causing me to open an eye to glare at him.
"It's not my fault you decided to bang your face on my back." He said as he cleaned off the last of the blood. He then turned my head to the side to inspect it.
"Well, technically, you were the one who insisted on carrying me upstairs and you were the one who made me bang my face on your back. And you're the one with a freakishly hard back. So it kind of is you fault." I said as he turned my face the other way. He laughed at my explanation before replying.
"Well, then I am sorry for making you hurt yourself." He said before he chuckled. I scowled for a second before rolling my eyes. "I don't think it's broken." He said finally after touching it more.
"That's good." I said as I picked my hand up from my lap to hold the, now warm, cloth next to my nose.
"What happened to your hand?" Seth suddenly said while pulling my hand away from my nose to inspect it. My hand was still a sick purple color, and the tip of my knuckle was starting to scab over. It actually looked really gross.
"I fell out of my bed this morning." I said keeping my eyes on my hand. Seth laughed again. I wonder what he finds so funny about me hurting myself.
"It looks like you hit something." He said while trying to hide his smile. I pushed his shoulder lightly instead of answering. We sat there for a few seconds before I reached over and turned off the water. My feet were squeaky clean. I stood up and Seth helped me climb out of the tub by holding the tops of my arms. I was really thankful for him because knowing my luck I probably would have fallen and killed myself.
After I was out of the tub Seth was still holding my arms. He was looking at the shirt that I had worn to bed the night before. I noticed that there was some blood staining the collar of it. I was about to tell Seth to get out of my room so that I could change when I was suddenly surrounded by warm arms.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." He mumbled into my hair. I hadn't been expecting the hug, so my arms were trapped under his, pinned to my side. I awkwardly tried to pat his back as I answered.
"It's fine. It wasn't really your fault. I shouldn't have let go." I said in attempt to console him. He sounded like he was about to cry. He let go of we and walked out of my room. I was about to follow him when I remembered my shirt. I stripped out of it and my jeans, because they had sand in them, and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of gray skinny jeans and a loose white tank top. I grabbed the black leather jacket that I got the other day and threw on my Converse. I wasn't sure if the garage had a dress code of something, so I tried to look a little bit better.
I had never put make-up on that morning, so I walked back into the bathroom and put on some mascara and eyeliner. I brushed through my hair and decided that it would look good in a French braid that wrapped from one ear and tied into a side ponytail. After I made sure that there was enough hairspray to keep it all in place I walked back into the living room. There were a couple of the other guys sitting around watching some movie with a lot of girls with really big boobs in it. I sat down next to Seth and tried to figure out what was happening. I eventually gave up trying and just sat there.
A couple minutes, and a sex scene, later Paul walked into the room. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a gray shirt on. The guys stood up and walked out the door with him, like little ducklings would follow their mother. It was pretty funny.
We all piled into Paul's minivan and started to drive down the road. I had the passenger seat, so I was able to see some of La Push as we drove by. There was a little grocery store just a block away from where we lived, and a little ways away from that there was a diner. Other than that there was pretty much nothing but houses.
When we pulled up to garage I was shocked to see a lot of the guys that had been at Paul's house were working there. They were mostly under cars doing, what I thought, were oil changes. When the other guys walked in there were a chorus of 'hey' and 'whets up' thrown around. Paul automatically went over to a car at the end and started talking to the man there. The other guys all went their separate ways, helping others.
I stood there for a few minutes before I got irritated. Why did I come if nobody would tell me what to do? After looking around for a few more minutes I decided that I wasn't going to be of any help there. I walked through the door that said 'front office' on it. The room I was in had a small desk cutting the medium size room in half. There were some plants and a few chairs set on the other side of the desk. I took a seat in the bid chair next to the computer and put my feet up on the desk. I sat there for a few more minutes before I picked up a folder that was sitting on the desk. After looking through it for a few minutes I decided that it was a day planner. It had all of the appointments of people that were having car trouble as well as the time that they would be there.
BEEP! BEEP!
I jumped when the phone sitting on the desk rand suddenly. I looked out of the window overlooking the garage and it seemed like everybody was busy. I looked back at the phone and hesitantly picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked hesitantly.
"Um, hi. I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong number." An elderly sounding lady said from the other side of the phone.
"Well, who are you trying to reach?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I am looking for The Asylum Auto Garage?" she said, but it came out as more of a question.
I panicked for a second before I saw the logo on the front of the folder that I was still holding.
"Oh, um, yeah. That's us. I'm sorry I'm new to this whole 'answering phones' thing." I apologized. I felt kind of stupid then, so I decided that I could change the subject. "Are you having car problems?" I asked.
"Oh, yes!" she said like I had just asked her the most important question ever. "My car wouldn't start this morning and I'm not sure why. I was wondering if somebody could tow my car and check it out for me." The way she said that just made my heart break. I opened the folder and looked at the time slots that everybody had open for today. Seth had an open time slot in about an hour, and I thought that would be enough time to bring the car down and fix it.
"Yes, we have an opening in about an hour, so I will have one of our mechanics go and pick your car up then. Is there anything else I can help you with?" I asked as I opened the folder. I saw that I needed to get her name and address. After I wrote down her name and where she lived I hung up and walked through the door.
I found Seth bent over the hood of a car. "Hey." I called out as I walked up behind him. He turned around and looked at me for a second.
"Hey!" he said with a lot of enthusiasm; like I was his favorite person ever.
"Um, I have a favor to ask you." I said as I stood in front of him. I didn't notice until I was standing this close to him, but he was tall. At least five inches taller than my 5'5" stature. He was wearing the same jeans and white t-shirt that he had been wearing that morning, but his time he had black spots all over him.
"Whacha need?" he asked as he wiped his hands on a rag next to him.
"Well, this lady called and she said that her car wouldn't start this morning and I looked into that folder that had everybody's times and stuff and I saw that you were available next hour so I said that you could go get her car and take a look at it. I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience, but she sounded really nice and I didn't see anybody that would be able to tell me what to do, so I just guessed and… um… I'm sorry if it's a bad time." I finished. I knew that I started to sound like a babbling idiot toward the middle of my little speech, but I just couldn't make myself shut up. I suddenly felt a warm hand touch my chin, making me look up and into his eyes.
"It's fine. I am almost finished with this car and then we can take the tow truck and pick up the lady's car. Did you get her address?" he asked. I faintly noticed that he was still gently holding my chin, but it was nice, so I didn't say anything. I nodded and he smiled. "Then we will go as soon as I'm done. I hope you don't mind coming; I may need some help." I shook my head.
"Um, no…no I don't mind." I stuttered. I wanted to roll my eyes at my own stupidity. Really? I have to start stuttering now?
"Okay then." He said as he let go of my chin. I turned and walked back toward the office. When I was about half way there I heard Seth talking. "Oh, and you may want to say the name of the company as soon as you answer the phone. It may prevent any confusion." He said with another smile. I nodded and walked through the door.
I didn't really think about what he said until I sat down and looked at the phone. How did he know that I had fucked up my first time answering the phone? I looked out of the window and into the garage. Seth's station was one of the further ones away from the office. And the garage was really loud. Maybe he had messed up answering the first time too? It would make a lot more sense than him actually hearing my phone call.
After a few minutes of just sitting there I started to go through the desk. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to, but that's what they get for leaving me alone. I pulled out some rubber bands and started to shoot them into the plant pot across the room. I was strangely entertained by the time Seth came into the office.
"Hey. Are you ready to go?" he asked. I nodded and let him lead me through the garage. We got into the tow truck and headed to the place I told him. Apparently, La Push was such a small place that everybody knew where everybody else lived. We pulled up next to an old Volkswagen bug and got out. After a small conversation with the lady there Seth started to hook up the car. It was pretty simple and Seth didn't really need my help. But he did have me do some simple things like 'wrap that over that' and 'throw that to me'. And it strangely did make me feel better. I didn't feel like just 'Paul's daughter that got stuck with him at work' anymore; I felt like I was helping.
After the car was secured we went back to garage in the truck. It was a little awkward because we offered to drive the lady there with us so she wouldn't have to call a cab, so I was stuck in the middle seat. As we rode in the silence I was reminded about how close I was to Seth by his leg rubbing up against mine. It wasn't intentional, but I didn't make any move to stop it, just like earlier in the garage.
By the time we got back I was blushing like there was no tomorrow. I climbed out of the cab and showed the lady where the waiting area was. As we sat there across from each other at the desk I started to feel a little wierded out. The lady was just sitting there, staring intently at me. When I looked up she smiled at me.
"You like that boy, don't you?" she asked. I immediately knew that she was talking about Seth, but I decided to play dumb.
"What boy?" I asked looking at the rubber band that I was holding.
"The boy that came with you. The good-looking one." She said with a sly smile.
"No, I don't." I said as I twisted the rubber band around my finger. The pain helped me keep the blush out of my cheeks.
"He likes you too, you know." She said like she didn't even hear me.
"Is that so?" I asked. I was pretty convinced at that point that she was crazy. Seth had a beautiful wife. A doctor wife at that. And I was just some high school student with a silly little crush.
"Yes, dear. You may not see it yet, but he loves you. And it is a special kind of love. It will never be broken." She said while using her hands to draw a heart in the air. Really crazy.
I was about to tell her that he had a wife when the door to the garage opened. Seth stepped in to the room and handed the lady her keys.
"There you go. All that was needed was a new spark plug." He said with a smile. After the lady paid for the services, she went and got her car.
I couldn't get what she said out of my head for the rest of the day. Why would Seth like me? It just didn't make science to me. As we drove back to Paul's after they closed for the day I was super-aware that Seth was sitting a little closer than he should have been in the tiny middle seat.
We got into the house and Chloe ran up to us. "Hey!" she yelled as she ran into my legs. I wasn't sure; but it didn't seem like she liked me that much this morning. I gently patted her head for a few moments before she let go. "Guess what I learned today!" she yelled as she jumped up and down in front of me. Who gave her sugar?
"What?" I asked.
Her face erupted into an even bigger smile before she motioned for me to move toward her. I crouched down so that she could whisper into me ear. "You're my sister!" she whisper-yelled into my ear.
I turned my head toward her. I kind of already figured that one out. But instead of saying that I smiled at her. "Really?" I asked with excitement in my voice. Yeah, I already knew that she was my sister, but she didn't. And now she was happy; and her happiness was catchable.
She nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yeah! Cool, hugh?" she said as I stood up.
"Yup, it sure is." I said as I took my shoes off. I noticed that we weren't alone in the room. Rachel, Paul, Seth, and some other dude were there.
"Hey. Chloe? Why don't you go finish your homework?" Rachel suggested. Chloe sighed but went up the stairs and into her room. "Sorry about that." Rachel said when she was out of ear shot. "She was wondering who you were, and I thought the truth would be the best thing to tell her." She said as she walked over to me.
"It's okay." I said as I plopped myself onto the sofa. I grabbed the remote and turned it onto MTV. As some guy was rapping things that I couldn't even understand Rachel walked in front of me. She held out a thick envelope to me. I took it cautiously. "What's this?" I asked as I flipped it over to open it.
"It's about your mother health insurance." Rachel said in a tiny voice. Suddenly it felt like I had a grapefruit in my throat. I mumbled thanks and left the room.
I walked into my room and sat on the bed. I wiggled into the middle of the bed and opened the envelope. There was paper in there telling me that my mother had half a million dollars in life insurance. I swear my eyes almost left my face when I saw that number. I read on and found out that I could only collect the money if I was eighteen or older. The papers said that the money would be held in a bank account until the time that I could start using it. I signed the last piece of paper that said that I understood everything and put it into the return envelope. I grabbed my copy of the papers and put them into my nightstand. I didn't realize until I saw a tear fall onto the blankets, but I was crying.
I wiped my eyes hastily and looked out of the window. I was considering leaving when I heard my name being called. I wiped around my eyes one more time before leaving my room. As I walked into the kitchen I found Rachel making some pasta looking thing.
When she saw me she stopped what she was saying and smiled. "I forgot to tell you, but the school got your transcript earlier today, so you will be able to go to school by Wednesday." She said with a smile. Ew, school. I would gladly have spent the rest of my life in the garage instead of going to school. Instead of saying that, I just nodded and walked back into the living room. I sat down on the sofa with Seth and Chloe and watched some reality show.
When we were all called to dinner I stood up and followed Chloe to the dining room. I sat through the annoyingly long dinner and finally retreated to my room. I didn't stay there long though. I climbed through the window and ended up on the beach. I thought about the person who I had met there earlier, Tony. I decided that I would text him since I knew that I was going to school on Wednesday.
Hey-K
I sent that and sat down on the sand with my feet in the water. I didn't realize until I was there, but I wasn't wearing any shoes. As I stared at my feet I got a text.
Hey! What's up? –T
Just found out that I will be going to school on Wednesday :) –K
After only a few seconds I got his reply.
Nice! I can't wait to see you!-T
I knew that the text was probably his way of flirting, but I dint like him like that.
Yeah, I can't wait to get out of my house. –K
I hated calling it 'my' house, but I couldn't think of another way to say that without sounding weird.
Yeah, I'll bet. Well, I am going to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow.-T
I was a little confused about his last text until I saw the time. It was close to two in the morning. So, technically tomorrow was Wednesday. I sat there for a while thinking about going to school tomorrow.
I wasn't the kind of person to just walk up to people and introduce myself, but I was fine if people came to me. That was the main reason Jay and I had been friends, we were both like that. Thinking about Jay made me slightly more nervous about going to school. I had never actually gone to school when Jay wasn't there. If he was sick; then I would stay with him. If he ditched; I would too.
I didn't know how to go into a new place without him. As I sat there having a tiny panic attack on the beach I heard a wolf howl in the distance. I know that it should have scared the hell out of my, but I felt my muscles start to relax at the sound. Weird.
A/n: So like I said I will try to update every Friday from now on, but don't be mad if I update during the week. It just meant that I finished the chapter and could wait to post it :) So yeah…. Please review! It seriously makes my day when I hear your guys' thoughts about this story.
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