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Catch the Wind

Summary:
Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!


Notes:
Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)


1. Read You Loud and Clear

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I started to notice there was something different about my parents the day I turned eight. It was a family celebration, none of my friends were allowed over, not that they would come anyway. They thought I was strange, different, and I couldn't blame them. I was different. My parents said that they didn't let my friends over to protect me, but I didn't exactly believe them. My grandma, as she came to be known, made a cake for the special occasion. According to my family, my birthday was the biggest holiday of the year. They didn't even celebrate the rest of the family member's birthdays.

It was the first day I noticed that my family didn't eat. It was the first day I really started paying attention to their habits.

One day when I was ten, I saw my dad, Jasper, move across the room so fast it was almost like he was invisible. I asked him about it, but he said he would tell me when I was older. I had decided that they were going to tell me by the time I was eighteen. If not... I'd think of something devious to do. I was pretty good at devious when I wanted to be.

I was thinking about them as I drove to school one morning. I insisted that my parents get me an inexpensive car. I didn't want to by judged just because my car was fancy.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed something that seemed very out of place. A shiny black motorcycle was parked in a spot far away from the school. I'd always wanted to try riding one, but my mom absolutely refused. With a bit of snooping, I found out she was some crazy motorcycle rider herself when she was younger, so I didn't see what her problem was.

I sighed as I pulled into a parking space. I was a junior. I was going to be eighteen in a little more than a month.

The bell rang as I got out of my car. I had to jog to make it to my first class on time.

I pulled the door quietly, hoping not to draw attention to myself. The last thing I need was another detention.

“Thank you for joining us, Miss Hale,” said my teacher, Mr. Carlson. I sighed, caught again. Mr. Carlson was a retired military officer, and boy did he hate tardies. He'd gone a little soft, both physically and in the discipline sense, so he wasn't all that frightening anymore. He taught Trig, my least favorite class.

“Sorry,” I muttered. I sat in my seat, telling myself not to snap at him. I was the only one with an empty chair at their table. I liked to think of myself as way too hep for the students in Forks, but I sometimes wondered if I was kidding myself.

My thoughts were interrupted when a burst of cool air flooded the room. Just as soon as it opened, the door shut, leaving a tall person standing in the doorway. Mr. Carlson stopped his lecture and turned to the door. It was never a good sign when he stopped his lecture....

“Hi, I'm Jack. I'm new here today.” He held out a piece of paper. “Sign this?”

“Sit,” said Mr. Carlson, pointing to the seat beside me. “I'll sign it for you after class.”

Jack strode to the chair next to me and sat down quietly. He was tall, very tall. Tall, dark, and handsome. His hair was black, thick, and long. It reminded me of my Uncle Edward's hair. His features were... well, beautiful. His cheekbones were prominent, his eyes were a deep brown. His tan skin was complimented perfectly by his black, button-up shirt. As he sat, he pushed up his sleeves. His forearms were muscled... Jack was hot.

I was not usually the type of girl to comment on such things, but I just couldn't help it.

He noticed me looking at him and grinned. “Hey,” he mouthed. His teeth were so white.

“Hi,” I whispered back, not at all embarrassed.

He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled a note.

What's your name? it read.

I took the paper and scribbled my name down. I was surprised at myself. I, Axelle Hale, was actually passing notes. It was something so teenager, I was surprised I hadn't broken out in an “Oh em gee!” followed by a “JK, JK.”

He slid the paper back to me. I like it. It's different. I like things that are different.

I smirked. There were not very many things “different” in Forks.

“Hale, Black, detention after school,” barked Carlson. I sighed, he caught us passing the note. At least he didn't pick it up, always a good thing.

Jack Black... I stifled a laugh.

He must have read my mind. “Like the comedian from forever ago,” he said, beating me to it. I was surprised he knew who Jack Black was. He was a bit vintage for the Forks crowd.

“I'll just call you Jack then,” I smiled. As long as we already had detention, we might as well talk.

“Yeah, it wasn't always like that. My mom got married and decided I could get to change my name with her,” he explained. He didn't seem too beat up about the marriage. “The guy is okay, he's just really young. He looks about twenty-five.”

I refrained from telling him how young my parents looked. “Where did you move from?” I asked.

“Oh, I didn't move. My mom sent me here because she didn't like the education I was getting in La Push, or something strange and motherly like that.” He shook his hair out of his face. “It's weird,” he said, shrugging.

“Hmm,” I hummed. I wondered why his mom would do that.

“Have you gone here for all your high school years?” he asked.

“Yep!”

“Could you show me around?” he asked, not even flinching.

My heart spluttered. I could see the other girls in the room staring daggers at me. “Sure, I'll show you around,” I said, resisting the urge to smirk. I could see one of the girls mouth had dropped completely open, and I was a bit offended.

Jack noticed. “Pft, she better close it before the bugs fly in,” he said. She heard him, her mouth promptly snapped shut.

The bell rang, the class had sped by faster than I thought a Trig class could ever go. I picked up my books and waited for him to locate his schedule.

“My next class is in building four,” he said, examining the paper in his hands.

I sighed. “Mine is building two.”

After we left the classroom, I could only point him in the right direction. I didn't see him for the rest of the day after that. I couldn't help but let my mind wander to him during some of my more boring classes. When the last bell rang, I actually found myself eager for detention. Maybe I could talk the both of us out of it, and then... I was being ridiculous, and it had to stop.

I entered Mr. Carlson's room to find Jack already sitting in a seat.

I switched on my “face” and approached his desk. “Mr. Carlson, we made a mistake. Can you please let us go, just this once? It is Jack's first day, after all. He didn't know the rules. I was just pointing out where his next class was on his map,” I explained, trying to sound extra sorry.

He sighed and examined me closely. “Alright, Miss Hale, but if there is anymore tomfoolery, any, I will have you in here every day for a week. Got it?”

“I read ya loud and clear, Capt!” I exclaimed, resisting the urge to salute. Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me out before I got in more trouble.

“You're so bad,” he laughed.

“Oh yeah,” I replied sarcastically.

“So... do you want to do something?” he asked. I was taken aback... Me? Do something?

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well... we could go on a bike ride,” he suggested.

“A bike ride? I don't have have a bike!” I laughed.

“I do,” he said, pointing to the motorcycle across the parking lot. I thought about it for a second. Yeah, my mom would be mad... my dad too, probably.

“Is it safe?” I asked.

“Of course,” he replied.

“Okay,” I said, grinning. I had always wanted to ride a motorcycle, after all. Riding it with Jack would be even better than riding it alone, anyway.