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Chapter 2

Second Chance

I stared out the window of my little Volkswagen Rabbit, glancing indifferently at the locally owned shops and businesses. I remember when this old car had been my pride and joy. That seemed like lifetimes ago when fixing it up was the biggest challenge in my life.

But that was another life, a simpler life, and sometimes I think about how much I miss the that tranquil person I used to be.

The way I was before I was swept into this bizarre supernatural world. Prier to the discovery of this other world right among us, filled with the constant battle between vampires and werewolves. Before I had lost Bella and found Kaylee, my one and only, whom I would probably never see again.

One look was enough for me. I could teach myself to be content with that, even though I knew my heart would never satisfied with anyone else. Maybe just meeting her, knowing she was there was enough. Maybe.

I had just taken my dad to the doctor in Port Angeles for a checkup. He was doing extremely well and the arthritis had improved slightly. I has comforted, after all the misfortune in my life, I welcomed good news. Now we were searching for somewhere to eat as a slight celebration.

I didn't mind taking Dad places as much anymore, he was a pretty awesome dad. I liked how he never bugged me with stupid questions he knew I wouldn't want to answer anyway.

He was content with silence, and didn't feel the need to pry me for conversation. That was the main reason I didn't mind chauffeuring him around, he allowed me thinking time.

A month ago I was avoiding my thoughts in every way I could, but ever since I'd returned home I'd grasped at any chance to think freely without the whole pack peering into my mind.

I thought back now to a month ago. A month ago when I'd decided to come home. I'd finally realized and concluded that no matter where I was misfortune was going to stalk me no matter how many states away I was.

I'd given up on my strategy to run from my heartache—from Bella—after I'd imprinted on Kaylee. I didn't see the point in avoiding Bella now. Realizing what I was really missing took all the pain of loosing Bella away.

This new pain surpassed the old and if I wanted, I could probably attend Bella's wedding and my heart would remain intact. It was funny how so much can change in such a short amount of time.

I sighed and gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. My weary eyes noticed a dreary little diner and I pulled into the parking lot, tired of looking when it really didn't matter to me. I didn't care what I ate. I ate only to stay alive, and I often wondered what the point of living was.

I walked around to the passenger side of the miniature car and helped my dad into his wheelchair. I had always felt kinda sorry for my dad. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be so used to being a certain way, to living a certain lifestyle, and then out of nowhere a complete change.

Now I understood.

I knew now almost exactly how that experience felt. It had happened to me only a month ago. I could finally empathies with my dad. The way I saw everything had changed; my emotions, my reactions—everything—and I knew that I could never go back to the way things were. Though the anguish of before was almost as bad.

Almost.

Yeah, I knew how he felt, but I knew that the way my life had changed was a million times worse than anything my dad would ever experience.

"Does this look okay Dad?" I asked as I rolled him through a door, a bell tinkling with our entrance.

"Sure, sure." he said

I pushed him over to a booth and picked up a menu looking over the limited choices, uninterested.

I heard our waiter approach but I continued to stare at the oh so interesting menu, not caring who the bubbly, overly excited teenager was.

"Hi, my name is Kaylee and I'll be your server for the evening."

My head snapped up from the menu as soon as she stated her name. I would never—in my overly stretched lifetime—would I ever forget that name.

I looked up into the face I had dreamed about for weeks. I looked into those strange navy eyes that had haunted my thoughts since the moment our eyes first met. The eyes every one of my pack members had seen as well, forever lodged into my head.

A few of them had been sympathetic, knowing what that experience had felt like from having imprinted already themselves. But they couldn't truly know, because it had been a lot easier for them.

Others were angry and annoyed for having to feel the love and pain I felt for Kaylee, as though it was their own experience.

Leah had been especially difficult. She had complained, through her thoughts, every time we changed. Telling me to forget about her, that I was never going to be with her and to stop obsessing.

I could say the same words to her about Sam, but Sam would probably be really pissed. Not that I cared, but I didn't want to start a fight within the pack. We were like family and we were supposed to respect that.

Kaylee's eyes widened as the realization of who I was hit her. I thought back to our last—brief—conversation, if you could really call it that. It wasn't pleasant. She probably hated me, or thought I hated her.

All I could think about was how unbelievably impossible it was that I had finally found her. I realized I was gaping openly at her and replaced my shocked and stupid expression with a genuine smile, something that hadn't appeared on my face in an extremely long time.

My quick mood swing took her by surprise. She looked at me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity apparent on her beautiful face. Her blue-black hair was pulled back into a loose bun, with two shorter waves framing her angelic face.

This made her wide eyes stand out even more and I found it impossible to look away; her eyes reminded me of First Beach on a stormy day. They had a depth that I couldn't explain and I yearned to know more about her.

She glanced at my dad looking anywhere but my intent gaze.

"Umm…what can I get you to drink?"

"I'll have a coke." I said beaming up at her. She smiled slightly back, unsure of how to react to my cheeriness.

"I'd like some coffee." my dad said, never taking his eyes off the menu. I still hadn't told him what had happened that day I had decided to return home. He had no idea that our waitress was the reason for my change of plans.

He also had no idea what affect she was having on me, he probably assumed I was being flirty today.

"Ok, I'll have those right out." she said, walking back towards the kitchen.

I was thinking fast, trying to form a plan to make this work. I couldn't just ask her out, not after last time. I could use the guilt trip, jokingly of course, and tell her she owed me for running me over. She could easily turn that around a say I dented her car, and that she didn't owe me anything.

She probably already had a boyfriend anyway, that created a serious flaw in my plans. And even if she was single she probably wouldn't date someone moody like me.

How was I supposed to change every opinion she had of me?

She returned then with our drinks and took our orders.

"Wow Jake! You really gained back your appetite!" Dad said looking at the six empty plates stacked before me. I had ordered two cheeseburgers, with fries, an 8 oz. steak, three pieces of pizza, and a piece of pecan pie.

I knew exactly the reason I had so drastically gained back my ability to eat four meals in one. She was walking towards us now, carrying the check.

"Are you sure you don't want anything else?" she asked, amusement apparent on her face.

"No. I think –maybe—I'm full now." I said patting my flat stomach and grinning up at her.

My heart leapt when she returned it with a glowing smile.

"Where do you put it all?" she asked looking at my toned abs then back up into my eyes.

"Jake's a pretty active kid." my dad said, ruining the moment. He looked down at the bill. "Oh, but sometimes that can be a bad thing." he said referring to my pricey meal.

I took the bill from him and slipped in three twenties, and then I handed it back to Kaylee.

"That should cover my ravenous eating. Oh, and the tips included, so keep the change." I smiled and winked jokingly at her as she returned to the kitchen.

"Well Jake are you ready to go?" Dad asked rolling himself to the door.

"Yeah, I'll meet you at the car." The bell on the door tinkled softly as I opened for him.

I was the only one left in the little diner now. Kaylee returned at the sound of the chimes, looking around for more customers.

"I want to officially apologize for what happened last month." I said looking intently into her warm eyes to let her know how serious I was.

"Sorry for denting my car or sorry for being a jerk?" she asked matching my seriousness.

"Both." I said walking closer. "I wasn't exactly having the greatest day and I had no right to take it out on you."

She nodded slowly, pondering my words.

"Alright, I accept your apology. I was actually having an awful day today until you showed up." she said staring into my eyes thoughtfully. "It's like as soon as you walk in a room it brightens up. You seem really fun to be around."

I smiled. She had no idea how amazing that made me feel.

"Well I've gotta lock up so…" she looked around, not wanting to be rude by kicking me out.

"Yeah my dad's probably ticked from waiting so long." I said reaching for the door.

"Bye." she said as I walked out, door jingling behind me.

I was ecstatic as I jogged to the car and helped my dad inside, a very grumpy expression on his face.

I had finally found her—again—and now I could come back anytime I wanted.

For the first time in an extremely long time, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

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