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CHAPTER 11: THE DAY THE RAIN FELL
SCAR'S POV
I really had to talk to my brain about these dreams. For the last few weeks, every single dream I had involved Ava and me in a dangerous position, i.e. me on top of her, between her legs, her on top of me, moaning and grinding. It wasn't a pretty sight for my bed sheets. I got up slowly before I opened my bedroom door and sprinted to the bathroom only to find it occupied. "I love doing it in the shower," Claire squealed. "Hmmm…" If there were such thing as having too much sex, I truly believed that Quil and Claire had too much. It was constant, if they weren't having sex, they were making out, or talking about their future. I had it on good accord that Quil was going to pop the question around Christmas, when she would be moving back to Forks to start her own dog grooming business.
Quil spent more time at the condo than Ava and I did, honestly. He would work in Forks, then run down to spend the night with his Claire-bear. The funny thing about them too wasn't just the constant sex, it was how sickeningly sweet they were to one another, always with the "Boo" and "Princess" and "bestest." It was ridiculous.
I kept my trap shut when it came to that whole situation though because Quil was harboring one of my biggest secrets and didn't need anyone to know, particularly one very big brother-in-law that I was certain would string me up by my balls. So I kept it quiet and grinned and beared when the two of them were near each other.
"Wow, someone slept really well," Quil chuckled, opening the door with a towel tied around his waist.
"Shut your mouth, cradle robber," I groaned.
"'Least I'm getting some," he retorted.
"Yeah, I'm sure Claire would love to hear you describe it like that," I shot back.
"Probably as much as Seth would love to hear you have thoughts about boning his sister-in-law, not to mention his extremely hormonal pregnant wife," Quil's eyes narrowed and I didn't even notice the growl that escaped my lips or the shaking in my bones, no did I notice that Quil's defenses were as guarded as mine.
"Stop it," Claire stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips, a silk robe on, and a very serious look on her face. "That's enough from both of you. You," she pointed at me, "need to get over yourself and stop stalling. Why the hell won't you ask Ava out?"
I furrowed my brow. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Claire," I tried to play it off like I always did.
"Don't fuck with me, Oscar Monroe," Claire said. "I'm not Ava, I won't fall for your bullshit. If you think I don't know you love her, then you're a dumbass, dumbass."
I panicked right away and put my finger over my mouth. "Shh!" I looked around looking for Ava. "What if she heard you?"
"So you're not denying it?" Claire asked. She was too good. I, on the other hand, chose to neither confirm nor deny her accusation. I wasn't going to spill my guts to her other best friend.
"You know what? I don't have time for this, I'm gonna be late for class," I folded my arms across my chest, hoping that would be enough to convince her to let me go.
"And your boxers are tighter than usual because…" she made a gesture with her hand.
Just as I was about to answer, Ava's bedroom door opened and she almost skipped out to the hallway where we stood. She was dressed in her skinny jeans with her button up chef's jacket on. I don't know what it was that was sexy about that damn jacket but it did things for me. Things that resulted in the present situation below my waist. "I'm really excited about the party tonight," Ava said, smiling at me.
I couldn't help but smile back. "Me too. I hope it's not gonna be boring."
"Hey, all I need is you and I'll have a good time," she said. She just had to do that, didn't she? Plant that little seed of hope in my brain that drove me crazy and made me spend all day planning our future together when I was supposed to be concentrating on Sir Isaac Newton and his many laws.
"Yeah, me too," I said while trying to be sly and running my fingers through my hair.
"Don't worry about us. We'll be out of your hair soon enough. Class ends at noon and then Quilly and I are headed home for the weekend," Claire said.
Quil grinned at his imprint and pulled her tighter into his side. "I'm meeting with Paul and a couple of the other guys at Shipo this afternoon then picking up my Claire-bear and going to La Push." He leaned down and kissed Claire gently on the nose, then the cheeks, then the lips.
"That's my cue to get the hell out of here," Ava said with wide eyes. "See you this evening," she said, giving me a little of a hug before leaving.
"You two make me sick," I groaned and turned my attention back to Quil and Claire.
"Whatever, Lover Boy. Listen, I expect you to behave because if you break her heart, I break your spine and if I can't do it, I have a bunch of wolves as relatives who hate to see me upset, capice?" Claire was trying very hard to look intimidating but it was hard to take someone dressed in all pink from head to toe seriously, but I did agree with her.
"I understand," I nodded.
"Good," she squealed, hopping into Quil's arm as he carried her back to her bedroom.
As far as I was concerned though, this party couldn't get here soon enough. I tried to be patient during the day, but knowing that I was going to have the entire evening with Ava made it really hard. I got dressed that morning, went to class, spent the afternoon working at Shipo with Embry, and tried very hard to contain my excitement.
Ava looked perfect too, her dress just short enough to keep her warm but just enough to turn me on faster than I thought possible. We took Ava's car to the party, though I had to admit I always thought I looked a little goofy with my well over six foot frame stepping in and out of a Volkswagen Bug.
The tiny orange house was packed full of more Native Americans than I'd even seen at a house party in La Push. "Hey! You made it!" Anita yelled and ran towards me.
"Yeah, looks pretty jumping," I said, motioning to the crowd of people.
"Yeah, I told you, we have a lot of fun," she smiled. I felt Ava come up behind me and quickly grab my hand. "And who is this?"
"This is Ava O'Brien," I beamed as Ava put her hand out to shake Anita's.
"Good to meet you, Ava," Anita said, taking it.
"You too. I hope it's okay that I'm here. I'm not a student at SU and I'm not Native American," Ava said nervously, totally unlike her.
Anita nodded. "Of course it is! I'm glad you came," Anita grabbed Ava and pulled her towards her. "I'm gonna go show Ava around. Sarge is in the kitchen. You should definitely go talk to him." Anita giggled and Ava glanced back with a slightly panicked look before they were out of my sight.
"Hey, you. You new here?" a tall, long haired, long legged girl said. "I'm Katrina."
"Scar," I said flatly.
"You need some company?" she asked with a smile.
"Um, no thanks," I answered, trying not to hurt her feeling but knowing, as pretty as she was, she didn't hold a candle to Ava.
"Fine, be that way, jerk!" Katrina stomped her foot and marched off. "Asshole!"
I heard a chuckle. "Ignore her. She's been in a pissy mood ever since the Jonas Brothers broke up," a guy with shortly cropped hair and thick glasses said. "I'm Hiawatha. Please don't make fun of my name."
"It's interesting. My name's Scar if it makes you feel any better," I put my hand out for him to shake and he took it with a strong grip.
"I'm pre-law," Hiawatha said.
"Engineering," I answered back.
"Interesting. Was that your girlfriend you came in with?" he asked.
"No, my best friend Ava," I didn't like him asking about her like he did, with a little bit of something in his voice that shouldn't be there.
"You seem really at ease with one another, the way she was holding your hand like that," Hiawatha led the way into the crowded living room. "I would've put money on a bet that you two were together."
"Nope, just friends," I said looking around.
"Fresh meat," a deep feminine voice said.
"Stay away, Lenora. He's taken," Hiawatha said before winking at me. The girl groaned then walked off. "It's easier if you just stop them before they have a chance to really start the flirting."
"Gotcha," I chuckled.
I was having a great time at the party and I had to give it to Anita. She really did know that I would fit in here and this was a great place for me make friends. I hung out with Hiawatha for the most part and he introduced me to a few other people. I even met someone from the Makah reservation. Every now and then, I'd slide a sideway glance at Ava, and she seemed to be enjoying herself too, talking with Anita throughout most of the night and at one point, I glanced over to see them in a deep conversation.
"Women are funny, huh?" Sarge chuckled, handing me a Coke. I chuckled back and nodded. "Seems Anita's taken a liking to your girl."
I shook my head vigourously. "She's not my girl. She's just my friend," I clarified.
Sarge gave me a questioning look. "Really? She's not your girlfriend?"
"Well, in the sense that she's a girl and my friend but that's about it," I said, taking a swig from the can of Coke in my hand.
"Huh," he huffed. "I could've sworn you two were a couple. The way you look at one another is about the most intense thing I've ever seen in my life."
Now it was my turn to give the questioning look. I knew that in my heart I knew Ava and I belonged together, but I'd never heard anyone say it out loud like that. Even Claire's rant this morning was nothing to a complete stranger seeing us and knowing we belonged together. So why then were we still not a couple?
"We kinda couldn't be a couple. Even if we wanted to be," I responded.
Sarge looked puzzled and gave me a look. "Why not?"
I couldn't very well tell him, "Because I have this genetic condition where I get really pissed off and turn in to a wolf," so instead I went for the other route. "I'm Quileuete, she's not."
"And that would stop you?" he asked.
"It would. Don't rock the boat and you won't get sea sick," I took another swig of the cola. There was no way anyone outside of the pack could possibly understand the situation I was in.
"Oh, yeah. I know more about that than you may think," Sarge said, hopping up on the counter and swinging his legs. "Yeah, so, um, Anita's not really my girlfriend." I looked at him confused. "She's my wife." I shook my head in pure shock and stared at him with my mouth wide open. "Her parents don't really approve of me because we're not from the same tribe. So they threatened to do just about everything they could to keep us apart. We kinda ran off and got married."
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, I don't know, I guess we both figure a piece of paper like a marriage license makes it harder for them to tear us apart," he said with a grin. "Maybe you should consider that."
This time I chuckled. "Her brother-in-law would kill me."
"It'd be an honorable death," Sarge chuckled, hopping off the counter and slapping me on the back before walking off. It would be an honorable death, for sure.
I turned my eyes back to Ava, who was no longer talking to Anita but had some guy in front of her. He was tall, Native with long hair like I used to have before I wolfed out. I knew it shouldn't bother me since she was off limits but dammit seeing her so close to another guy like that made me sick. And then, she giggled and grabbed at his arm, clearly a move I knew was for flirting. Hell no! HELL NO! "You're so funny!" I heard her squeal from my position by the counter.
I took large strides to get to them, seeing Ava's face soften as I approached. "Hey Scar, meet my new friend, Brock," she said, smiling at the asshole standing in front of her.
"How's it going, man?" the douche named Brock said, putting his hand out for me to shake.
"Yeah, not really gonna happen," I pushed his hand away. "You ready to go?" I knew I was being unreasonable but it was pissing me off the way he acted towards her.
"Um, sure," she looked around then focused on me again. "Nice to meet you, Brock. Hopefully I'll see you around."
"I'd like that," the dick said.
"Let's go, Ave," I growled, pulling her a little towards the door.
"Bye Brock! Bye Anita! Bye Sar—" I cut her off and pulled her to the car. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
I turned quickly to her and glared. "Don't get me started, Ava." She unlocked the car. "Let me drive," I demanded through gritted teeth.
"Fuck no," she spat back. "It's my car, I drive."
"Give me the damn keys!" I growled.
"Fine, take 'em, jackass!" Ava threw the keys at me, making sure to hit me in the face.
We both slid in. This wasn't the way I had imagined this evening ending. I thought maybe in the back of my mind that she felt something for me and maybe with Sarge's urging, I could do this, I could do "us" as a couple, fuck an imprint, who knew if there ever would be one and I was tired of being alone when I wanted the girl next to me, holding on for dear life as I took curves like a maniac, swearing occasionally, making it to our condo before she could say a word. I could hear her mumbling under her breath though. She was pissed…definitely pissed.
"It was going so well and then 'poof,' like magic, you start acting like a total ass. You wanna explain that to me?" Ava spat at me just as she threw open the door to the condo and then threw her purse on the floor. I should've just backed down and let her win, tell her I was being ridiculous. I loved her too much for that though.
"You mean, it was going so well before you threw yourself at the…whatever he is!" I screamed at her. I didn't mean to be so aggressive but I was more than a little pissed. Someone else was trying to get their paws on my love. And I would not let that happen.
AVA'S POV
"So let me get this straight, you are so pissed at me right now because you think that guy was hitting on me and you think I should've done something about it?" I asked, trying really hard not to blow my top.
"Don't play that with me, Ava. I know you were flirting with him, I saw it with my own two eyes," Scar seemed to growl at me.
"And what the fuck is it to you, Scar?" I was face to face with him, pushing my chest out. "You don't own me! I'm not your goddamn imprint!"
"Don't," he growled, grabbing my arms.
"No, girls throw themselves at you all the time," I retorted.
"And do I ever so much as give them a second look?"
"Only because you fucking know you're going to imprint and leave every—"I stopped, knowing that if I said too much more, I'd ruin it all. "I have to get out of here." I pushed off of him, I really couldn't stay in there one more minute.
"Don't, Ava," Scar tried to stop me.
"I'll be back," I said, shaking him off again.
"Ava!" he called after me, but I was already out the door. I needed to walk, to breathe in fresh air and clear my mind. Maybe Scar was right, maybe I had been too flirty with Brock. What was I supposed to do though? I was completely in love with Scar and had no idea what to do with all the pent up sexual frustration. And at this point, my worst fear was exactly what I'd shouted at him, that he would imprint and leave me. Not just me, but everyone. Thinking about Liam and his attachment to Scar and wondering if he would give that up if some bitch snatched him away from me.
I didn't get far, though, mainly just around the condo complex when suddenly, the heavens opened and the biggest raindrops I'd ever seen poured from the clouds. Here I was, walking in the pouring rain…in wedge heels. "Perfect!" I screamed at the top of my lungs with my head turned up just enough to get a mouthful of rain water. "This is what I get," I said to myself and pulled off one of my shoes. "Thinking that I had any right to him." I slipped the other shoe off. "I get it! You can stop with the punishments now, I understand! Damn Taha Aki!" I screamed before running as fast as I could, without falling on my face back to the condo.
It was quiet as I locked the door behind me and tore off my now soaked denim jacket. The lights were off in the front of the condo, much to my relief and I was praying that Scar was in bed. Water dripped down my legs and onto the floor. "Shit," I groaned. "Towel!" I said to myself, running up the stairs and into the first bathroom I got to.
There he stood, a blue towel in his hands, and not a stitch of clothing on.
"I'm so sorry, Scar!" I gasped, not really able to take my eyes off his naked body. He didn't seem to be covering up though. He was like a chiseled piece of marble, his whole body hard and sculpted.
"Um…" he cleared his throat bringing me out of my trance.
"Oh, um, yeah, I'll just…" I turned around and shut the door behind me. Dear God, what have I done? I'll never be able to look at him without thinking of him naked. Shit, shit, shit! I sat down on the couch, not caring one bit that I was soaking wet. I aimlessly flipped the TV on, swallowing hard as I looked at the screen. I don't even know what was on but it gave me a few minutes to try and calm myself.
"It's no big deal, Ave. Don't worry about it," Scar sauntered in wearing only his loose gym shorts that hung just at his hips. I'd never noticed that before, the V that led down. It was like an arrow pointing me to the part of him I was suddenly craving. He put his hand out, offering me a towel, but I didn't take it, I just looked at him. I had started to notice these feelings before, weeks, months, years before but I had done a damn good job of hiding them until I walked into that damn bathroom to see him naked.
I couldn't say anything. I looked up into his pools of chocolate that some called eyes and I stopped, stopped thinking, stopped doing anything, stopped rationalizing and I did the unthinkable. His eyes never left mine. It was an intense feeling and I wondered if this was one-tenth what imprinting felt like. My feelings for Scar had been changing lately. He wasn't just my friend anymore, I needed him. I needed him like the plants need rain. I couldn't survive without him. And to top it off, I was in love with him. He restored my faith in the male sex and we showed each other how to live again.
I didn't know if he felt the same way, but I had to try. I stood up, taking the towel from his hands and dropping it on the floor. Then without giving myself time to think, I gave into all the feelings and emotions and I let myself act on them and I wrapped my arms around Scar's neck, pulling his lips down to meet mine. We were both still for a second until I swiped my tongue on his bottom lip and he reacted.
"Ava?" he asked and I could hear every bit of doubt in his voice.
"Just don't…not now…I need you," I said, not sure if there was anything else I would be able to say without crying. Because in only those few words, I had summed up everything I felt for Scar. I needed him. Before I could give him time to react, I lifted my body up and wrapped my legs around him.
"Ava…" he groaned. "We need to talk about this."
I shook my head as I ground against him. "Tomorrow," I kissed him harder. "Right now I want you, I need you…please." It was like the please in my words was all he needed because he responded with force, his own kiss keeping up with me and sounds coming from both of us that I'd never heard before. "Take me to the bedroom," I said softly as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Are you—" he started but I didn't let him finish, I pulled on his hair and ran my fingers through it while I moved one of his hands to rest on my ass instead of my lower back. Why did he decide he wanted to be a talker now?
Without further ado, Scar carried me, attached to his body like an appendage, up the stairs, taking each as carefully as possible, while still kissing me until we reached his door. My back was towards it and I reached behind me to twist the knob. As he kicked the door open, I let my fingers find his hair again. I felt him hesitate, just standing in the doorway and I kinkily yanked on his hair a bit to let him know I wanted to be on the bed, pronto.
"I'm not—" He started and I stopped him again, pulling away and putting my finger on his lips.
"Stop thinking and just love me," I whispered. He never answered, but I knew I was going to get what I wanted when he laid me gently on the bed. With probably way too much force, I pulled him on top of me, keeping my fingers in his hair as he kissed me. He didn't seem to move, other than his head and his lips but I wanted more. I needed to feel his hands on me. "Touch me, Scar," I stopped the kiss and took my hand from his hair, to take his hand from beside my head. I placed it on my bare thigh, then ran it up, pushing my dress as it went until I got to elastic on the leg of my panties. I felt him hesitate again. "It's okay, I want you to."
Just to make sure I was making my thoughts known, I brought Scar's hand to my stomach and rested it just above my belly button before reaching down and pulling my dress completely off. I could feel Scar staring at me and I heard him swallow hard when I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, taking it off and throwing it on the floor. He still wasn't moving though. He just lay on top of me a little, propping himself up and looking into my eyes.
I licked my lips and took his hand again, this time leading it up to brush against my breasts. My back arched up and I moaned. I was finally getting somewhere when I felt his lips on my neck and his palm on my breast. "These have to go," I said while I ran my hands down his back and sides to his butt, where I pushed his shorts off. He froze on top of me again. I knew he was thinking and I pulled my legs up again so my clothed center was even with him.
"Ugh," he grunted. I swear to God it was the sexiest noise I'd ever heard and I knew I'd do whatever I had to do to hear that sound at least three more times tonight.
"These now," I panted before helping him slide my panties off enough that I could kick them off. We were both naked, both on fire, and both scared out of our minds. I knew I wanted this, and I knew I wanted it now, but I couldn't make any guarantees about what might happen after. I didn't care at the moment, as I scooted my body up the bed to the pillows. I reached down and practically pulled Scar up with me. I reached between us and grabbed hold of him, ready to get the show on the road, when he pushed my hand away. "Please, Scar, please. Let this happen."
"I need a condom," he said, reaching over to his bedside table and pulling a foil packet out. Why the hell did he have condoms? I…what if…what if there was someone else? What if he had planned on bringing someone home from the party and I ruined it? Or what if he had a girl from school? My heart sank for a minute and I wondered if this was a good idea after all. Maybe Scar had been right and I should've left it alone. Then I felt guilty, like I was taking him away from someone else that might actually have a shot with him, someone that he could love. All sudden it was getting really hard to breathe and Scar on top of me was heavier than it was before. Why did I have to need him so badly? Why couldn't I let him find someone that could make him happy? Shit!
Thunder cracked outside as I felt my resolve breaking. I was quite so confident when I knew this wasn't going to be anything we'd ever do again or anything that would mean anything to him. Here all along I'd thought Scar was a virgin and that he was my best friend and he would tell me anything. What if I was going to just be another lay? I hadn't seen him bring any other girls around but I wasn't here during the day and I knew there were lots of beautiful girls at his school. What if this wasn't to him what it was to me?
Just as I opened my mouth to get Scar's attention and tell him that I was sorry , his lips met my neck again and I heard him undoing the foil package, this time me being the one to reach between us and slide on the protective rubber. If he was willing, I was too. I needed this, I needed Scar. I loved him and if for only one night I could belong with him, I'd do it. No regrets, just letting him be with me in the way I had always wanted. I would deal with the repercussions tomorrow.
My hand replaced his and pushed the condom down more. "Fuck!" he gasped/moaned/groaned. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had done that to him, that I had been the one to make him feel so good. On the other hand, I noticed from how far I had to slide the condom, that Scar was packing more of a punch than I realized just by seeing it. That terrified the hell out of me, but at the moment, I wanted him so bad, it didn't really matter.
I released him from my grip and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull his lips to mine. I was hoping he would get the point. It wasn't working though, so I pulled my knees up to rest on his hips. "Please, Scar," I begged. He raised up on his hands and looked into my eyes again. "Please," I pleaded again. This time it worked. He moved one of his hands between us and I had no clue what was happening until I felt him press into my entrance. Everything faded away. Everything was gone…I could just feel him between my knees. I know I whimpered. He was big and my body was trying to stretch. After all, it had been awhile.
I closed my eyes when he started to push into me more. It wasn't enough though. I needed all of him. "More, S-scar," I stuttered. He pulled out a little then pushed back. I could sense his uncertainty but I could also tell by the way his breath became more ragged that it was taking everything in him to keep control. "Scar," I moaned. It was totally weird how good it felt, how complete it felt.
"Ava," his groan matched mine as he pushed in more and more and eventually, when he was completely inside me, my body vibrated and my back arched.
"Kiss me again," I whispered to him intertwining my fingers through his hair again. He complied, placing a gentle, sweet kiss on my lips. He withdrew again then pushed back in, out then in, out then in, until he finally found a rhythm and I was the one starting to lose control. "Ugh!" I moaned louder and felt my body tensing. "Oh, oh. Just…oh, God." He kissed me harder then and then licked down my neck, stopping at the base of it.
"You taste like sugar," he grunted, moving faster. I felt him start to suck above my collar bone and it made me even more euphoric. The friction made me move with him, pulling up both my legs to rest even higher above his hips.
"That feels so…so good," I groaned before slipping my hand over my head and grabbing hold of the headboard behind me. And then I felt it, the sensation that made me release. As he sucked harder, he bit down and a ripple ran through me. "Scar," my hand gripped the spindle of the headboard harder while he sucked and nibbled. "SSSCCAARR!" I dragged his name out while my body shuddered and for the first time in who knows how long, I had an orgasm. And for the first time ever, it felt right.
"Shit!" Scar's mouth came off of my neck and landed on my lips. "Ava, God, Ava…" He pushed harder and then, like he had no control, he growled through his teeth. "Olive juice," he mumbled and I knew he'd found release. I wasn't sure exactly what it was that he said but I knew that his "O" face was something I wanted to see again…and soon. He hovered over me, the streetlight outside showing the sheen of sweat on his skin.
"I'm…that…it was my first time," his voice was very soft and almost embarrassed.
Maybe I had been wrong? Or maybe I was the experiment, shake out all the cobwebs for when the real thing comes along. "You were perfect, Scar." The words couldn't have been truer. He was perfect.
"You're so beautiful, Ava," he leaned down and kissed me again while he flipped us so that he was on his back. "Sleep in here with me tonight." I nodded, finally breaking our connection and climbing over him to lie on my right side. He cuddled me from the back, as we both stared out the window. Neither one of us said anything, he just held me until I felt his breathing change.
"I love you, Scar," I said, and just like that I felt my world crumble.
SCAR'S POV
Last night…last night…whoa! It had truly been the best night of my life, hands down, nothing else could even measure up to that feeling like anything else in the world. I had every part of my Ava to myself, her body, her heart, her soul. She was finally mine and I was finally hers and there was no way life could get any better than that.
I had waited for so long and imprint or not, I knew Ava was my soul mate and I actually looked forward to a life where we could be together. I smiled to myself at that, thinking of us together. It was like my life flashing before my eyes but it was our future, our future, the life we would have together.
I had decided that the first thing I would do, after I kissed her good morning, was tell her I loved her and that I wanted her to be my girlfriend. It made me feel like a total kid to say it like that, but I was fucking giddy at this point and I didn't care if I sounded like an alien, I wanted her to know she was it for me.
I swallowed hard though when another thought came into my mind. Seth…Quil had warned me about what would happen with Seth. But, you know what? I don't care. I love Ava and if it means I have to suffer a fight with Seth to get to be with her, then I say bring it on, Dr. Clearwater.
I was beyond happy! I remembered the events from the night before and how the rain had seemed to wash away all the old and that maybe, just maybe, there was sunlight today that would light the way for the future.
I rolled onto my side and moved to pull Ava into my side but where I should've found a warm body, I found nothing. Only cold sheets.
"Ava?" I sighed. Nothing. "Ava?" I said it a little louder this time. Nothing. "AVA?" this time I added in a little more force and still nothing.
I sat up in my bed and looked around the room. Her clothes were gone, the door was shut, there was no sign that Ava had ever been in my room. This could not be good.
For a second, I couldn't resist and I had to let the wolf take over, sniffing the air to make sure I hadn't just entirely dreamed the night before. My sheets smelt like her though so I knew that wasn't possible. "Shit," I grumbled to myself, kicking the covers off and sliding on my boxers.
I opened the door, still sniffing the air and followed her scent to her bedroom door. I knocked gently. "Ava?" There was no response. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Her clothes from the night before were in the hamper. I picked up the dress and breathed in her scent, a scent that was mixed with my scent. It had been real but there was no sign of her.
The bathroom seemed like the next logical choice, but the lights were off, no condensation on the window, the shower only slightly damp. This was really, really not good. I ran down the stairs, two at a time, to the TV room, then the kitchen, then like a maniac, I ran to the parking lot. Her car was gone.
"Fuck!" I yelled just as our neighbor, Mr. Adair came out. "Sorry, not you." He gave me a strange look, though I can only imagine what he was thinking, me standing in front of him my boxers, cursing. I didn't care though at this point.
I jogged back in the condo, up the stairs, rummaging through my jeans to find my phone. I picked it up, flipped it open, and pressed the number 2 on my speed dial. It rang once, then twice.
"Hey, this is Ava. Voicemail is not a new invention. You know what to do! BEEP!"
"Um, yeah, Ava call me when you get this," I sounded so lame and creepy I kinda freaked myself out. But how was I supposed to feel? I'd just had the best night in my life, only to wake up to what was turning into a nightmare.
I needed to talk to her. I needed her to tell me I just didn't ruin my life and tell me I hadn't lost my best friend. I figured the easiest thing to do now was put some clothes on, go to the Culinary Academy and get some answers. I found a clean t-shirt and jeans, pulling them on and grabbing my bike bag before almost sprinting out the door.
As soon as I got to my bike, my phone rang. I was almost sure it was Ava and I flipped it open without looking at the Caller ID. "Ava?" I almost screamed.
"No, it's me," the voice on the other end said.
"What the fuck do you want, Paul? I'm not working today," I growled.
Paul didn't bite back like I expected. "Scar, we have a situation."
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