Catch the Wind
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!
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 :)
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That night, I didn't sleep as peacefully as I hoped. The dream I had, nightmare actually, disturbed me to the very core.
I was at my house, sitting on the couch in the living room. Jack was sitting beside me. My entire family walked in, all of them with livid looks on their faces. If looks could kill...
“You're out of the family,” snarled Emmett. The way he said it, like I was vermin, made tears spring to my eyes at once. They loved me. Why would they talk to me like I was trash?
Jack got up off the couch and stood beside them. “We're done,” he said, his tone mimicking Emmett's.
My best friend and my boyfriend had disowned me within seconds of each other.
“Why?” I whispered.
All of them, my mom and dad included, laughed in my face.
I wrenched my eyes open and gasped. My heart way pounding in my chest. I felt Jack's arm tighten around me, as if he knew I was scared, even though he was unconscious. I tried to hold back the sob that was threatening to escape. Everything I loved had left me in my sleep.
“Axelle?” mumbled Jack, his voice thick and raspy with sleep. I turned over to face him. “Are you okay?” He looked into my eyes and brushed the hair from my forehead. He left his hand cupped around my chin.
“Will you ever leave me?” I whispered.
“Do you think I'd be sleeping in the same bed with you if I didn't want to stay with you?” He laughed.
I didn't join him. I remained quiet, looking into his eyes for some sign he was lying.
“What happened?” he asked, instantly more sincere.
“I-I had a dream. You didn't want me, my family didn't want me... nobody wanted me anymore,” I explained, looking away from his eyes for the first time. I felt so rejected. The dream had plunged me into something I was not expecting. I felt extremely self-conscious.
“I will always want you, Axelle,” said Jack. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight.
“You promise?” I asked. I pressed my face into his chest.
“I promise. I will always want you, no matter what happens.”
“What if I lost all my limbs in some freak accident?” I asked.
“I'd still want you,” he said, trying to hide a smile.
“What if I had a peg leg and talked like a pirate all the time?”
“I'd still want you... me hearty,” he replied. He laughed loudly, and we heard the door open.
“Hey, none of that,” said Jake. He really wasn't kidding about keeping an eye on us.
“Sorry,” said Jack.
“That's what I thought,” Jake snarled. I bit by lip to keep from laughing.
“Night,” I whispered.
“Good night,” he replied.
I sighed and fell back to sleep in his arms.
After that night, Jack and I were almost inseparable. We spent every waking moment, and sometimes the sleeping ones, together. My dad came home and apologized profusely for treating me so rudely. He promised me he would take my feelings for Jack seriously from then on. My Uncle Edward went back to Denali to face the wrath of Alice. I felt bad for him. Alice wasn't known to get angry very often, but when she did, I didn't want to be anywhere near her.
Edward called me the week after he kissed me. Jack was beside me, and he held my hand while I talked to him.
“Axelle?” he asked. He was just lucky that I agreed to talk to him. When Jack answered the phone, he almost snapped it in half.
“What?” I snapped.
“I... I just need to tell you how sorry I am. I know it won't mean anything to you, but I need to do it anyway. You have to understand, I'm not... comfortable with werewolves, really. I haven't trusted them for so long. I thought all of them acted the same way. I am truly, truly sorry. You are my family, and I hurt you more than I ever intended to. I fell horrible about what I did to you, Axelle.”
I paused before answering. Edward had been a part of my life for so long. We could talk for hours about things that nobody else would be interested in. He was fun to be around, excluding his recent little stunt, and I enjoyed his company. Something inside me told me that I was being too quick to talk, but I forgave him.
“It's okay,” I sighed. After all, if I were ignoring him, I couldn't go the the big house whenever I wanted. I'd have to check if he was there first.
Because Jack and I were so rarely apart, and because I spent most of my time at the big house, he spent most of his afternoons with Emmett and I. Emmett and Jack got along better after Emmett accepted he would be stuck with Jack as long as I was. I was surprised when they started to treat each other like friends, rather than enemies.
“I'll bet you a night with Axelle that I can beat you at Mario Kart,” challenged Emmett one day after school.
“When will you ever learn? I have beaten you at every game we've played!” exclaimed Jack. Jack and I were on the couch in front of Emmett's huge TV in his room. Emmett was sitting on the ground. It was true. Jack was the only one who ever beat Emmett at anything. It just made him all the more eager to find something he was better at than Jack.
“I've been practicing,” beamed Emmett.
After two out of three, four out of seven, and six out of ten, Jack admitted his defeat. I sat on the couch, bored out of my mind, for the hour their little competition took up. When they finished, it was dark outside.
“Ha!” yelled Emmett. “Axelle, you can sleep in here and we can watch movies! And then we can go prank Rosalie! Oh, I bet we could also pull one over on Carlisle, too.”
Jack had his arms crossed. He was clearly pouting.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “It's okay, Jack. I still think you're much sexier,” I whispered.
Emmett looked at me, appalled. “Eww,” he muttered, looking away.
I stood up and towed Jack to the front door. “Looks like I'm having a sleepover tonight,” I said, grinning. I was sad, more than sad, to be away from Jack, but I missed spending time with Emmett. He was my best friend, after all.
“I'll see you at school tomorrow,” he sighed. I kissed him goodnight and shut the door.
“Axelle! Come on!” yelled Emmett from up the stairs. “I can't just wait up here while you suck face. It grosses me out!”
“Shut up!” I yelled as I ran up the stairs. He had a bed all made for me on the floor in front of the TV. He was lounging on the couch, trying to look as bored as possible.
Instead of heading for the makeshift bed, I hurled myself over the arm of the couch to land right on top of him. He was, of course, much faster than I was, and I ended up pinned underneath him.
“Can't. Breathe!” I gasped. He had his incredibly large head on my stomach. “Your fat... head!”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning sheepishly. He moved to sit on the floor in front of the couch. I raked my fingers through his curly brown hair.
“Axelle?” he asked.
He hesitated, something very rare for him. He was usually talking a million miles a minute about how much better he was at everything. “You're turning eighteen next week,” he murmured.
“And you're turning a zillion coming up here pretty soon, aren't you?”
He shook his head. “I'm being serious,” he said.
That brought me up short. Emmett was never serious. “What's wrong?” I asked.
“You're in love with Jack,” he said.
I frowned. I hadn't actually told Jack that I loved him yet. He hadn't said it to me either. “Well...” I started.
“You are, aren't you?”
I thought about that. I couldn't bear to be without him for more than a night, and even that was hard. I couldn't stand it when he had to go off and be a wolf with Jacob. It worried me sick. I got a thrill every time I heard his name. My heart would start to beat faster every time he touched me. “Yes, I am in love with him,” I whispered.
Emmett nodded. “I think he... is the same,” said Emmett. “What do you want for your birthday?” he asked, quickly changing the subject. It was just like him to do that.
“Nothing. Don't get me anything. I'm already spoiled enough as it is.” It was true, too. I was surrounded by the super rich all the time, so I certainly wasn't short on the whole present front. It was annoying that I got so many things from them. I objected every time, but they all but shoved their gifts into my hands.
“I can't argue with you there,” he laughed. “What movie do you want to watch? I figure we can do some major pranking afterwards.”
“Mars Attacks,” I said, grinning. I hadn't made it the whole way through the last time we tried to watch it. He put it on, but just like last time, I only lasted a few minutes.
“Wake up!” exclaimed Emmett the next morning.
I opened my eyes. “Oops,” I yawned.
“At the rate you're going, you're never going to get past the burning cows part,” he sighed.
I laughed and got my clothes out from my drawer in his room. Rosalie was always strangely absent whenever I spent too much time around Emmett. I had a strange feeling she loved me only because she had to. Whenever I tried to engage her in conversation, she wouldn't listen unless the first words out of my mouth were in the form of a compliment. It was just something I learned to accept.
After I was ready, I heard Jack pull up. Only, he wasn't in his car. I sprinted outside.
“Yay!” I exclaimed. He was riding his motorcycle. I very rarely ever got to ride it anymore, what with him being all concerned about my safety now, too.
He grinned my favorite Jack grin and cocked an eyebrow. “Hey, Baby. Need a lift?”
I sauntered over to him. “I've heard that these... these motorbikes are quite unsafe. Am I correct?” I asked, throwing on a British accent.
“Well, yeah... you're right,” he said, shrugging.
“Great!” I exclaimed. I hopped on behind him and we raced to school.
We made it to our first class right before the bell rang. I heard a high, unpleasant voice behind us.
“I'm surprised she's not pregnant yet,” stage whispered Aubrie to the unfortunate girl next to her. Jack's hand began to tremble.
That was it. I was going to tell her off, and I didn't care who heard. “You know what, Aubrie?” I asked, turning around in my seat.
“What?” she said, cocking her head to one side.
“Just because my boobs are real, doesn't mean you have to freak out. Okay, honey? Oh, and just because I don't have to cake on the makeup like a clown, doesn't mean you have to be so nasty to me. And another thing. Just because I got the man you wanted, doesn't mean you get to call me a whore whenever the mood strikes you.” I stood up, she did too.
“Axelle,” warned Jack.
“I'll say whatever the hell I want to you,” she snarled.
I grinned. My hand curled into a fist. “Really?” I pulled my arm back and punched her in the face as hard as I could.
“Axelle Hale!” yelled Mr. Carlson. I shook my hand out.
“Yes, sir?” I asked sweetly. I was beyond caring what he thought of me.
“Office. Now,” he barked.
I stifled a laugh at Aubrie's cries. “My nose! I just got this done over spring break! You bitch. When my dad hears about this you'll be getting a call from our lawyers! You better feel really bad about what you just did,” she whined.
I bowed to the class, and made my grand exit from the room. I figured a suspension was worth the satisfaction of hitting Aubrie in the face. After all, her daddy could just get her a new nose.
- Read You Loud and Clear
- Peaches and Cream
- Dance Crazy
- Mars Attacks
- It's Going to Work
- You Don't Know Jack
- Crazy Talk
- Happy Birthday
- Moving Too Fast
- I Have Some Friends
- Two Choices
- He's Not Evil
- No Frank Sinatra
- Big Jitters
- We Need To Talk
- Hush Up, You Clown
- Rainbow Colored Socks
- You Need Some Rest
- Let Go
- We Want Her
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