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When I woke up the next morning, I realized it was Thursday. Kim and I were supposed to go shopping today for something I could wear on my first date with Paul. I didn't know if there was even going to be a date after what had transpired yesterday. I sighed, getting ready for school with no music on. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, black boots and a Justin Bieber shirt. I put my hair in a side pony, letting my side bangs just barely touch my eyelashes. I grabbed my keys and opened the door, ready to go outside when I turned around and saw Paul standing on my porch, looking dejected.
"What I said was stupid. I didn't mean it like that Sweetheart, I promise. Please forgive me," he said, immediately moving to grip my hands in his which were burning. His eyes seemed deep and sincere and there was no possible way that I wouldn't forgive a face like that. I nodded.
"I forgive you… it was stupid of me to get mad over something like that in the first place," I told him, looking up at the gray overcast sky. He made a sound under his breath and pulled me to him, taking a deep breath. Again I felt at home, right where I was supposed to be.
"You aren't going to school are you?" I asked, already knowing what his answer was going to be.
He was already shaking his head slowly before I was finished. "I'm sorry Sweetheart. Not today… or tomorrow. But I am going to pick you up at six tomorrow night. And most everything will fit together ok?" He kissed me on the forehead, and pulled away grudgingly. "I just couldn't start the day with you mad at me." He brushed his fingers down my arm soothingly, making my skin burn and tingle all at the same time.
He drove me to school, not being able to shut up about the car, not that I minded. Hearing his voice was like angels singing. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of his closeness, wishing I could feel like this every day. He dropped me off at school, and walked out of the parking lot.
I was so tempted to follow him, but I knew I couldn't. Not only did I have a huge Geometry test today but Aunt Elaina would kill me if I didn't go to school. And then my mother would find out… then my dad.
It wasn't worth it. Not today at least.
I walked into the school, and met Kim in the courtyard. She was bent over her work, and kept flicking her hair out of her eyes. I moved over to her, and put her hair into a bun. "Hey," Kim said without looking at me. I plopped down beside her, and we studied for out geometry test together. "You know if I fail this, my parents said I wouldn't be able to see Jared two weeks outside of school. Not that it would happen. I don't usually disobey my parents, but when it comes to Jared…" Her voice faded out as she came to a particularly hard problem.
We parted during first period, and I did book work the entire class while listening to Mrs. Risley lectured us on the India Caste System. When we filed out after the bell, she told us we were going to have a big exam on it tomorrow. I met Kim at her locker, and we walked to second period together. Mrs. Crow was a little nicer to me today, but she still looked at me like I was a pesky flea.
Which I wasn't.
My Quileute was starting to come back to me. but I still didn't like how it came naturally to everyone else. The rest of the day was normal. Or as normal as it could be without Paul. Gabe came up to Kim and I during lunch, saying that he had heard us talking about wanting to go to Port Angeles.
"Eavesdropping? Really? I'm sorry but that's more than a little creepy." Kim seemed to have more confidence today, and she stared at him with stern eyes.
Gabe ignored her and turned to me, "I was going to Port Angeles today too, we should go together." He smiled disarmingly. I coughed, almost choking on the salad I was eating, and Kim gave me a look that clearly said, 'Is he crazy?'
That'd be a yes, Kimmy dearest.
"I don't think that'd be a good idea. Today it's just us girls," I said, looking at him, silently telling him to go away. Apparently boys didn't get the whole 'silent speaking' process because he smiled at me and said,
"That's ok, maybe we'll meet up there or something." Before Kim of I could say anything else, he walked away, leaving the cafeteria.
"I swear he can't take no for an answer," Kim said, squeezing ketchup on her burger. She grumbled about for a few minutes until I asked,
"What is it about him that you don't like? I mean, besides the obvious 'he thinks Jared isn't normal' gig." I asked, leaning forward on my elbows.
She was silent for a moment before looking down at her light green nails. "I went out with him about a month before Jared and I got together; which he didn't like. Then a few weeks later, he was convinced that there was something up with Jared and the others." Kim shrugged, taking a sip of her coke.
I nodded, not knowing what to say. "I really hope we don't end up seeing him. It would totally ruin my day," I said, smiling wanly. The bell rang, and we split for fifth period. We were starting a project in BCIS and Gabe wanted to be partners with me, but I told him that I was going to be partners with Jared. He didn't like that, but frankly, I didn't care.
After school, Kim and I drove straight to Port Angeles, wanting to get back by ten. We listened to music as we drove, and Kim asked me about life in Dallas. I told her as much as I could, seeing as there wasn't really a Galleria mall out here or a six flags. It was fun being with Kim, even though she was about as far from the people I hung out with as a dog and cat's mannerisms.
It was around five o'clock when we got to Port Angeles, and Kim listed off the shops that were around here. I noticed Coach, 5-7-9 and Juicy Couture weren't on the list. Not that I was rich or anything, but my dad let me get some high-end stuff on occasion. It didn't really matter to me though. We walked into the first store we came upon… and quickly walked out. There was no way I was going to go on a date with Paul in a hot pink g-string.
Kim shuttered, and steered me across the street to a more conservative place. We walked all over Port Angeles until I found one store that I actually liked called Ground Zero. I asked Kim to go get the car and we would meet up at the diner across the street. She left and I continued to look for something appealing but not revealing. Plus it was only the first date. I didn't want to seem too eager. He had told me on the way to school to wear comfortable clothes so I didn't want to wear a dress…
I was looking for a skirt that wasn't too short but still cute when I caught the eye of someone. I don't know what caught my attention exactly, but I couldn't seem to look away. They were standing about ten feet away from me, halfway caught in the shadows. I could tell that whoever it was that it was a man and there was something different about their eyes, but from where I was I couldn't tell. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn't quite put my finger on whom.
The person moved out of the shadows and towards me, and I could see that they were unnaturally beautiful. His hair seemed a glistening deep chestnut brown and fell past his ears and his eyes…thatwere an astonishing burgundy color. As he got closer, I noticed his skin was pale. But it was weird; like his skin had been dark… like a Quileute but now it was whiter. It wasn't natural. And instead of making him look odd, he was gorgeous. There were dark looking bruises under his eyes, ones I couldn't see until he was standing directly under a light; they were faint.
There was some part of me that knew that I was supposed to be being lured in by him, and for a second it was like I almost was… then I thought of Paul, and something just felt wrong.
The man came closer until he was right in front of me, and the next thing I noticed was the smell that streamed from him. It was sweet; delectable. But it was the complete opposite of Paul's woodsy, sandalwood scent.
I didn't like it.
The man smiled. "You're Cassandra are you not?" His eyes unnerved me… they were at maximum dilation, like a cat's. And I was more than positive that I'd never met this person. At least not in this life; now in a prior life, who knows what happened. I might have been Bat-girl.
"Cassie. Do I know you?" I asked cautiously, feeling more than a little freaked.
"Cassie right, I'm sorry. My name is Azriel. I've heard a lot about you," he said, his smile reminding me of someone who's face I still couldn't place.
"Again, do I know you?" I asked pointedly, not caring that this person looks dangerous. I didn't like feeling cornered like this, and there weren't that many people in the store other than me and Azriel.
"No, you don't know me, but I know you… in a way. I hear it all from my little brother. You know him, Gabriel?"
Gabe.
I couldn't believe I couldn't tell the resemblance before. The hair that fell past his ears, the shape of the face… this man did sort of look like Gabe; red eyes and pale skin aside. "Gabe's your brother? The one convinced that Paul and the others are something of the supernatural?" Then I thought about the color of his skin, the way it was paler than the usual Quileute. I didn't question him, but even knowing he was related to Gabe there was still something else about him that seemed familiar.
"Yes… and he's not wrong about your pack of pups. They aren't normal… just as I am not." His eyes flashed, like Gabe's did from time to time. And then I got the distinct feeling that something was really wrong. So I ran. I ran out of the store and into the street trying to get as far away from Azriel as I could, not knowing if I was going to be successful or not.
I ran straight into strong arms. I knew them, but they weren't the ones I wanted to be in. "Jake!" I panted our in relief, falling into his embrace and breathing heavily.
He was shaking, and I could feel something like a growl in his chest. "Calm down," he told me, his voice deep.
All of a sudden I didn't feel so safe anymore… I needed Paul. "Where's Paul?" I cried desperately, pushing myself out of Jacob's arms. I felt so vulnerable, out in the open. And I hated it. All I could think about at this moment in time was Paul. I asked for him over and over and over again, not knowing where I was or what was going on. I felt delirious and woozy; not knowing which way was up or down.
Then I was in Paul's arms, and everything snapped back into focus. He was murmuring something to me over and over, rocking me back and forth softly. I buried myself into him, wanting the rest of the world to go away. I opened the eyes that I didn't even know were closed and briefly saw that Paul in I were in a forest, even though I had no idea how we got there.
"It's ok, I'm here Cassie. I'm here," he kept murmuring to me, over and over again. I did the only thing I could; I leaned up and kissed him, losing myself in the essence of him. Paul brought one of his hands to cup my face to keep me still as he kissed me softly. We broke away, and I looked into his eyes. It was dark, but I could see the deepness of his chocolate orbs.
"Paul, where are we?" I asked, looking around at our surroundings, all the while staying in the protective circle of Paul's arms. I felt completely safe there, not like the way I did in Jake's arms. I knew Jake would protect me, but it wasn't anything like being with Paul.
"We're outside of Port Angeles," he said shortly, his arms tightening around me as if there was something dangerous near. Then I remembered Azriel and shivered. When I saw him in my mind's eye his eyes stood out like rubies. Paul rubbed my back and calmed me down, then he looked at me. "Come on, we should get you home," he said. picking me up and taking me to my car; though I didn't know how it was at the edge of the forest and not even on the road.
"I'll drive," I told him, needing to be in control of the situation somehow. Paul outright laughed at me, and steered me to the passenger side. "It's my car!" I said indignantly. Paul proceeded to ignore me, opening the door and setting me down on the seat.
"I don't care what you say, Cass, I'm getting you out of here, and I'm driving." Paul was in the driver's seat, his hand stretched out toward me. "They keys?" He said, his voice sending shivers through my frame. I dug through my purse-which just happened to be on the floor- and handed over the keys to Paul.
He started the ignition, and as soon as he started driving, I heard the wolves; howling in the night. I looked sharply over to Paul who laid a comforting hand over mine, warming me immediately. I thought about how Jacob was right outside the store, and how Paul seemed to be there too… "Paul, why were you and Jake in Port Angeles?" I asked, looking out of the window.
Paul took his time answering, "Jared was with us too… we were keeping an eye on you two," he said slowly, trying to gauge my reaction.
That was pretty stalker-like if you ask me… but it was Paul.
"Why?" I asked, trying not to jump to conclusions. Paul didn't say anything for a few minutes, then pulled up on the side of the rode, turning the car off as well. He looked at me, his handsome face serious.
"Please, Cassie. Let me explain everything to you… tomorrow. It's a lot to take in and I can't tell you everything tonight. But the thing that you saw in the store, it's not safe. And I won't bear the thought of you getting hurt. You have to trust me." The look in his eyes was pleading, and I placed my other hand on his.
"It's ok, I'll wait. Calm down, Paul," I told him, losing myself in his eyes, the way I couldn't seem to stop doing. Eventually he started the car again and kept on driving toward La Push. I wondered about Kim, but I knew that Jared had probably taken her home.
"What did it look like?" Paul asked at one point in time, and I wondered what 'it' he was talking about.
"You mean Azriel?" I said, more than a little confused. Azriel did seem a little weird, but he was a man…right? "He was Gabe's older brother. Tall, brown hair. His eyes though, they were wine-red with slight bruises underneath. His skin seemed pale and he had this sweet scent about him. It wasn't natural. I think I've smelt something like that before, but I can't pinpoint it." It confused me. I know I've seen something like him before, I just don't know where.
"You've seen another one of them before?" Paul asked, his voice low.
I nodded. "I have… I think. But I was small…" No matter how hard I tried, there was a face that just loomed in the recesses of my mind.
"It's ok. It'll come to you. Just relax, I'm taking you home. I'm coming to school tomorrow." That made me smile. I hated going to school without Paul. I looked at the dashboard that read eight fifteen and settled in. It was getting dark outside, and all around us were trees. Paul must've taken a different route back to La Push. It didn't take long for me to fall into a light sleep. There were soft tunes playing through the radio and Paul's hand in mine, there was no way I could stay awake…
I was in Paul's arms once again when I came to. He was in my room, putting me on my bed. "Paul…" I opened my eyes, "I'm scared," I admitted. I wasn't scared when Paul was with me, but there was something going on that I didn't know about around me, and then there were the people with the red eyes. I was never scared. Ever.
Paul dropped to his knees before me, and made me look him in the eye. "You don't need to be scared. There's nothing to be scared of with me here. You'll never have to be scared again." The emotion in his eyes was overflowing; there was no way I could not trust him.
"Why are you saying all of this Paul?" I asked him, cupping his warm face between my small hands.
Paul's eyes met mine, "Because I told you I wasn't going to lie to you. I won't." He covered my hand with one of his own. "I have to go, Sweetheart. But I'll be here tomorrow to take you to school. Is that ok?"
I nodded a 'yes', and he kissed me on my cheek, pulling the covers over me. He was gone before I could blink. With the scent of him still in my nose, and his face still ingrained in my mind, I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, the sun was shining through the clouds. It was about the first time I'd seen it since coming here. It made me feel all bubbly inside, and I tried to push the ugly thoughts of last night out of my mind. I put on cheery music, and opened all of my shutters. As I took a shower, it dawned on me that I didn't get anything to wear for tonight.
I groaned, and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. I wrapped a towel around myself, and sat down beside my computer screen. I went to , and after looking around for about twenty minutes I ordered a ripped pair of sevens jeans and a Missoni silk scarf turned belt. paired with a Rachel Roy Signature chalk faded gray and white V-neck. I dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a Cosabella red tank.
I left my hair down and straightened it, so that it reached about mid back. I donned my black and white zebra print Coach glasses, grabbed a protein bar and called goodbye to Aunt E. I closed the door, and saw Paul pull up in a beat up blue pick-up truck. I jumped in beside him, and he grinned at me, lighting up my entire world. "Good morning, Princess." He greeted me with a kiss on my temple, gunning the engine. I smiled, not knowing if it were even possible to be so happy.
We talked on the way to school about what he had missed, and I asked him if he always took weeks off of school. "Not usually, but when we do; it's excused." I nodded, sensing that the rest of this conversation was going to take place on this date of ours tonight. We arrived at school, and I saw the other boys lounging around on the front steps of the school minus Kim and Jared. I noticed how the other students gave them a wide berth.
Most of them looked at them with something akin to fear, but I noticed that more often than not, the looks of wanting. A lot of people in this town wanted to be a part of whatever was going on with these boys. Even I could see the closeness that they had, the reckless abandon and the eyes full of knowledge that others deemed unattainable. Everyone wanted in, but they knew that you couldn't just ask for an invitation, so they focused on fearing and hating them; even though the boys could care less.
And somehow, out of everyone, I had gotten some kind of invitation seeing as I was walking right into their inner circle with Paul right behind me. They greeted me warmly, and I sat down in-between Paul and Jacob. Not five minutes later, Jared and Kim arrived, hand in hand. Kim sat one-step down from me, and I played with her wispy black locks. I told Jared that we were BCIS partners, and explained to him what we were supposed to be doing.
The bell rang and Paul and I went to first period. He and Jared had to catch up while I had to take a freaking test that I didn't even study for. My grades this semester were starting to look a little low. I groaned as I passed in my test, meeting Cici's eyes. She didn't look too happy about taking this test, in fact, no one did.
"I freaking hate history!" I wailed when we got out of the classroom. Paul wrapped his arms around me.
"Don't be such a drama queen," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. Kim was at the door giving Jared a kiss when Paul and I got to Quileute class. I grabbed her and pulled her into the classroom, waving goodbye to Paul and Jared. I didn't talk to her this morning because the boys were around, but I did have some questions for her.
"What the heck happened last night?" Kim beat me to the punch line. I shrugged, not knowing what to say.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," I told her, frowning.
"I was sitting at a table waiting for you when Jared came in freaked, asking where you were. We go outside to see you tripping out, not letting anyone touch you, and screaming for Paul. Sam took you out to the woods to Paul, and then… Jared took me home. What happened to you?" she asked, her eyes wide.
I looked at Mrs. Crow, who was handing out written assignments, then turned back to Kim. "I don't know. I was shopping, and then this guy showed up, he said his name was Azriel-"
"Gabe's brother?" Kim looked surprised. I nodded slowly, wondering where this was going. "He supposedly went missing about a year ago. No one's seen him… but when Gabe and I were going out, I remember him telling me that he had found Azriel. I had thought that he was crazy, but I guess not…" Kim had an intense look on her face.
Missing?
We conversed for the rest of the period, not getting much of our work done. When class let out, I went with Kim to her locker, which apparently doubled as Jared's locker. Paul and Jared met us there, and Paul wrapped me in his embrace. He seemed to be in a really good mood today.
But as we got closer to third period, his good mood all but vanished. And when we got to the classroom, he persuaded Ms. Nadal to let us sit together in the back corner of the classroom. Afterwards, she decided to just let everyone sit where they wanted to… and Gabe chose the seat on the other side of me. It took me a good ten minutes to calm Paul down, and when I finally did he was still shaking. I rested my hand on his, and tried to ignore Gabe as best as I could.
It had to be the slowest period of my existence. Paul was always on the edge of losing it and going off on Gabe and Gabe would keep giving me these wondering looks. I was torn. When the bell rang, I hurried into the hallway with Paul, turning on him and glaring at him. "What will it take to calm you down?" I told him, shaking my head. I tried to keep a straight face, and seeing the innocent look in Paul's eyes I sighed and grabbed his arm, bringing him to fourth period. I couldn't even fit my entire hand around his forearm.
We sat down, and I braced myself for another test; one that Paul didn't have to take. I pouted the entire period, and when the bell rang Paul came over to me, letting me lean against him in the lunch line. "I hate geometry." I moaned, burying my face in his chest, taking comfort in his warmth. Paul ran his fingers through my hair.
"I'm sure you'll live, Sweetheart…Are you getting a sort of déjà vu feeling?" he said, as we walked to the cafeteria.
"Um… we had nearly the same conversation in first period," I replied drily as we got our food and sat with the others. Kim gave me a look that said 'What about the outfit?' I smiled, and pulled up the outfit that I bought with my phone. I slid it over to her, trying to be discreet, even though I soon as I moved my hand over the table all eyes were on me. Jacob tried to get it, but Kim snatched it out of my hand and hid it under the table.
Soon the boys' attention turned back to their food, and Kim snuck a look at the picture, flipping through the jeans, the top and the scarf. She squealed and looked at me, her dark eyes wide. "Oh my God! That is so beautiful… it must have cost you a fortune! Real Sevens Jeans! What I wouldn't do for a pair." She handed me my phone back, grinning the entire time.
Now though, the others turned to face me again, and I smiled sheepishly, hiding my phone in my purse. "What's on the phone, Cass?" Jacob said, narrowing his eyes at me. I leaned back into Paul's embrace. "Absolutely nothing." I told him, sticking my tongue out, and trying to ward off Seth who was reaching for my purse.
I looked at Paul, silently begging him for help. He reached over and smacked Seth's hand, simultaneously pulled me closer to him. I winked at Seth, pulling my phone back out and checking my messages. Brooke had been texting me all through fourth period telling me how she was so coming down for the summer.
Sure she was. Last summer she was suppose to be going to Europe. She went to Missouri.
The bell rang, and Paul walked me to BCIS, stopping me before I went through the door. "Leave Gabe alone. I thought I could handle this before, but to be honest, the thought of me leaving you alone with him even for an hour… I don't like it. The only reason I'm going along with it is because Jared's in there. But you have to promise me you'll be ok." His dark eyes were pleading, and I pulled him to me, hugging him tightly.
"I promise," I told him, pulling away. He kissed me lightly on my cheek, and I turned away and walked in to the classroom, breathing deep. I looked at Jared once before sitting in front of my assigned computer. Gabe wasn't in here yet, and I signed in. I was doing my warm-up when I saw Gabe walk through the door, his eyes on me.
I studiously ignored him, trying to endure the first ten minutes of class so I could pair up with Jared and ignore Gabe from the other side of the room. When coach told us we could get with our partners, I logged off my computer and went to sit by Jared... and then that stupid idiot Gabe had to come and sit behind us with his partner Luke.
If people could growl, I would've sworn Jared just did.
I gave him a calming look that didn't quite give the same effect like it did on Paul. I ran him through our project that we were doing. A PowerPoint on some kind of sport. I obviously had wanted to do gymnastics, but I didn't know if Jared wanted to do something else or not. "Nah, its fine. I only come to school 'cause it's required." He smiled at me, and I grinned back.
I would've killed myself if I had to research another sport.
We started on our project, but I was very aware of Gabe sitting behind me, talking to Luke about random nonsense- something about wolves. I could feel Jared getting tenser by the second. I flicked him. "It'll be okay., I told him quietly, wanting nothing more than for this period to end.
Jared gave me a short nod, and to keep him occupied I asked him about Paul. They seemed to be really close, although they all acted like brothers. "Ah well… he's good at strip poker," he said in all seriousness, and I looked at him in horror. Jared laughed.
"Ok, I'm just kidding. For the most part, Paul is an ok guy, but he gets mad pretty easily. And the way he feels about you… it's strong. This is the first time he's ever felt anything like this, so I'm sure he's feeling a little bit overwhelmed. He doesn't know how to handle you, that's for sure. But I think after tonight, things will start to make sense to you… at least I hope so."
We talked more during the period, and by the time the bell rang, I forgot Gabe even existed. I remembered eventually though. I called goodbye to Jared, and when I started down the hallway Gabe was right beside me. I narrowed my eyes, "Paul's not going to be too happy if he sees you, and I for one, am not happy right now."
"I heard you saw my brother last night," he said, for once getting straight to the point. I frowned, and went to my locker, wondering where Paul was. Then I realized that I didn't want Paul to have to fight my battles. I turned to Gabe, slamming my locker shut.
"I'm going to tell you nicely. I want you and your family to leave me and my friend the hell alone. Even if Paul and the others aren't normal, obviously I don't care. And like I told you the day I met you; what I do and who I do it with is none of your concern." I pivoted, fully intending on ending my tirade with one of those 'angry strides' down the hallway. The cherry on my evil chocolate milkshake.
My plan was quickly foiled when I saw Paul right behind me and I ran into him. He caught me by the wrist, and held me close to him, his eyes on Gabe the entire time. I could feel him shaking against me, and I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to steer him away. He wasn't budging though, and I could feel that something big was about to go down.
In one swift move, Paul grabbed my wrist and spun me around so that I was behind him and he was in-between Gabe and I. He towered over Gabe, looking menacing. "I swear to God, Fey, if you as much as look in Cassie's direction, you're not going to wake up for a week." It annoyed me how Paul totally ignored my tugging on his shirt.
Gabe looked like he soiled himself, which I hoped to God wasn't true, and looked as pale as his brother did last night. The bell rang again which made us officially late to sixth period. I groaned, and Gabe ran off to which I presumed was the bathroom, and Paul turned to me. I continued my angry tirade, pivoting again, and striding down the hallway to Biology.
Paul caught up easily with me, and turned me around to face him. "You're not mad at me are you?" he asked, his whole tough guy attitude quickly fading into a wounded animal act. I glared at him, not knowing exactly what to say.
"I had it under control, Paul," I told him curtly, not happy at all, especially since we were late for class. "Come on," I told him, turning back around and proceeding toward Biology. Paul followed, and when we opened the door, all eyes were on us. I cursed Paul and Gabe silently under my breath.
We sat down, and Mrs. Tietjen gave us a long hard look before handing out grades and the review for our test in a few days. Paul and I didn't get a chance to talk that period, but afterwards he pulled me aside. "Please forgive me Cassie. I'm sorry. I just can't control myself when I'm around you. Everything is way more defined. And when I saw Gabe… I don't know. I just got really mad."
He cupped my face in his hands, looking me in the eye, and making me feel so vulnerable. Every time I looked into Paul's eyes it was like the first time I ever laid eyes on him. Like I could see straight into his soul. And it felt like he could see into mine as well. I leaned up on my toes, feeling myself fall into his embrace. "You're forgiven." I told him, feeling a little woozy.
Paul laughed, sending delighted shivers up and down my spine. But when I walked to the Locker Room, I cursed myself once again for giving in so easily. This place was turning me into a wimp.
Gay much?
Gym was fun, we did floor and I practiced front ariel walkover round off full's. That probably seemed like a whole bunch of Farsi to you… but it's a hard skill. I was all sweaty after gym, and really didn't want Paul to see me, but he assured me that no matter how I looked, I was always going to be perfect to him.
He drove me home, and told me he would pick me up at 6:30, which gave me just enough time to get my homework done and get ready. Aunt E had sent me a text message telling me that she was in Sale,. so I had the house to myself.
Was there a more perfect time to blare music?
My homework was finisher by four thirty. and I took an extra long shower, shampooing my hair three times and shaving my legs for the second time that day. You can never be too thorough. I patted myself dry. and lotioned myself all over, then misted myself very lightly with perfume. My clothes were on my bed, fresh and ready to be worn. There was a note beside it from Aunt E saying what a cute outfit I chose and to have fun. I put on the jeans, wrapping the scarf through the belt loops, then put one of my lacier bras on under the Rachel Roy top.
I put my hair in a sexy low side pony, and put on my hoops and emerald diamond studs that I got for my fifteenth birthday. I looked at the clock. It was only six fifteen, so I turned on my laptop and got on my Web cam. Brooke and Kiera were already on. I told them they were going to be the first ones to see me in my new outfit.
"Hm… 9.8. I would like the scarf better if it were white," Brooke said, lounging on my bed, straightening her hair with one of my sisters' flat irons. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I thought the coal black went perfect with the soft gray of my shirt. Kierra pushed Brooke off the bed, making her yelp when she accidently burned her arm.
"I love it. 10 all the way." She paused and glanced at Brooke who was glaring at her with fake-tears running down her cherub cheeks. "Stop being a baby."
"I'll show you 'baby'." Brooke growled, then proceeded to chase Kierra around the room.
"You guys are so childish, I swear. I'll call you after, promise," I told them, signing off and turning my laptop off. It was two minutes till half past, and I was a nervous wreck. I put a dab of lip gloss on, and pinched my cheeks for a burst of color.
Six forty.
I sat on my bed, looking out at the setting sun. It's only been ten minutes.
Seven o' five.
I swallowed thickly, and redid my hair, going into the kitchen for a glass of water.
Seven twenty-five.
Why didn't I have his freaking number? I was starting to get pissed. Who the hell was late for a date? An HOUR late!
Seven fifty-two.
I took my earrings out and lay on my bed. The anger was gone.
Eight thirteen.
The tears started leaking. My shutters were drawn; my lights and radio were off. I lay in complete silence, feeling utterly sorry for myself. He wasn't coming. If something had come up, he would've called somehow. Or told me after school. I curled in a ball, messing up my new clothes that I couldn't seem to care about anymore.
Eight thirty-nine.
After thirty-six minutes of crying, my throat was bone dry, scratchy and it hurt to cry now. But I couldn't stop. I felt utterly betrayed.
He didn't come.
Now tell me guys, did you expect it? Or did this throw you for a total loop? Does Cassie seem babyish? Cause I don't want her to be. Does Paul seem like a total butthole? Trust me, he's not… And what about Gabe and his odd brother Azriel.
Ok, first person to review and tell me what the name Azriel means, get the next Dedicationn(: that's just about all I can give right now so... GO!
As always, tell me how I'm doing. Right now, my Betas seem to have dropped off the edge of the earth and i'm having a really hard time with Chapter eight so who knows when it'll get posted. Plus I have a lot of EOC tests now, with it being the end of school and all so give me a week or two and we'll be back and ready to rumblee, Kayysss?
XOXO,
Cass(: