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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 :)


16. Happy Birthday

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Jack insisted that his time with me start right after school. Of course, Emmett was so heavily opposed to the idea when I called to tell him, he threatened to rip Jack's head off if I wasn't at the big house in ten minutes. Jack reluctantly obliged to go, and we got to the house minutes later.

When I opened the door, I gasped. It looked like a clown barfed up all its happy all over the room. The ceiling was covered in balloons, the stairs were draped in crepe paper. A cake was surrounded by presents on a table in the middle of the room. Streamers hung from wall to wall. The decorations reeked of Alice. The only remotely hep thing about it was the music blasting through the house's stereo system.

“Surprise!” yelled my family, jumping out from assorted hiding places around the room.

I frowned. Edward was among them. I felt Jack stiffen at my side, but he remained calm.

“Happy birthday, Axy!” exclaimed Emmett. He barreled towards me, scooped me up in a giant hug, and then threw me in the air.

“Stop it!” I laughed. He set me on the ground and gestured to the presents now sitting next to the cake.

“I've heard the cake is pretty good,” he said.

After everyone said happy birthday to me, I got Jack and I some cake and settled in to open the presents.

Jack and I were sitting on the love seat, Emmett sat at my feet. Esme and Carlisle were next to Alice on the couch. Edward stood next to Rosalie against the wall. They both looked slightly uninvolved, but I did see Edward glance at the short distance between Jack and me a few times.

“Open mine first!” said Alice, all but bouncing up and down in anticipation.

“Righto,” I said, grabbing the one that had her name on it. I opened it, and much to my surprise, I loved it. She got me a tan button up coat, a blue t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. Knowing Alice, they probably cost a lot more than it looked like they did.

“Do you like them?” she asked.

“I love them! Thanks,” I replied.

Carlisle and Esme got me a set of all Roy Orbison's CDs, Emmett got me the collection of all Tim Burton's movies, my mom and dad got me the only Benny Goodman record I didn't have, and Rosalie gave me 100 dollars and told me to go to town. The only thing left on the table was a thin envelope.

I noticed Edward become a little more on edge, and Jack followed suit. I opened it and pulled out a card. Two pieces of paper fell out onto my lap, but I read the card first.

Happy Birthday. I'm sorry, it read. I picked up the pieces of paper and looked at them closely. They were two ticket vouchers.

“I wanted to take you on an 'I'm sorry' trip. You can choose the place. They're good for anywhere. Let me know when and where, I'll take you there,” explained Edward.

“Wow. Thanks,” I murmured, still looking at the ticket vouchers in my hand.

We said our goodbyes after that and fifteen minutes later, Jack and I were headed to his house. When we arrived, I noticed that his parents car wasn't there.

“Where'd they go?” I asked.

“I wanted us to be able to have dinner without them pestering us, so they went to Seattle for the weekend,” he explained, leading me into his house by the hand. “Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told, and he took me to a chair. He gently pushed me down. “Wait here, no peeking,” he said. I wondered what he was up to. I contemplated opening my eyes, just a little bit, but I decided not to risk it. He'd probably know.

“Open,” he said a few minutes later. I was seated at a table with a candle placed in the middle. A heaping plate of spaghetti was in front of me. The lights were dim and Jack was smiling broadly.

“How did you make it so fast?” I asked.

“The microwave is a wonderful thing,” he laughed. He sat down. “Happy birthday.” We talked about everything we possibly could think of while we ate. All throughout the dinner though, it seemed like something was bothering him. I didn't know what it could be.

When we finished, he came over to my side of the table, hauled me to my feet, and kissed me until my knees went weak. “You know what, Axelle?” he asked. He brushed a piece of my hair that had fallen out of my ponytail out of my face.

“Hmm?” I replied, unable to form words quite yet.

He put his lips to my ear. “I love you,” he breathed. He started kissing my neck.

“I love you, too,” I murmured. “Jack?” I asked.

“Yes?”

I pulled away from him. “What was wrong with you, you know, during dinner?”

He hesitated. “I don't... I don't know if I want you to go on that trip with Edward,” said Jack.

“Oh,” I said, frowning.

“It's just... I don't trust him. I can't forget the moment I walked out that door and saw you two. It haunts me,” he said, not making eye contact.

“It's not like he's some maniac,” I said.

“Close enough,” he murmured.

“Hey, he's a part of my family,” I defended.

“Even so,” replied Jack.

I pushed away from him. “Don't talk about him like that.”

Jack put his hands on his hips. “He kisses his own niece then tries to get on a vacation alone with her, and you don't think that is a tad creepy?”

“He's not creepy!” I yelled.

“The hell he isn't!”

“How would you know?! You've only met him a few times! You have no right to judge him. That's just like me calling your step dad a kidnapper!”

“He was in love with your mom, you can't blame him.”

“I don't care! He took my mom and me from my dad, and you can just excuse him for that? What if I refused to let you go on a trip with your dad, what would you do?”

“It's not the same,” said Jack.

“It's exactly the same. God, I'm so mad I could... I could hit you right now!” I screamed, throwing my hands into the air.

Jack stepped forward. He was only a few inches away from me. “Do it then. Hit me.” He scowled.

At that moment, he couldn't look anymore attractive. Sure, nice Jack was sexy, but angry Jack... wow. I wrapped my arms around his neck, completely giving up the fight, and kissed him. He pushed me against the living room wall and pressed his body against mine. I used the wall to get the leverage I needed and wrapped my legs around his waist. I ripped the hair tie out of my hair and curls surrounded my face.

“You're. Still. Not. Going,” breathed Jack between kisses.

I ignored what he said and pulled him closer. He started walking away from the wall, and I could tell we were headed down the hall. A moment later, Jack kicked open his bedroom door, crossed the room in a few strides, and dropped me onto his bed. He crawled on top of me. My breathing hitched up a notch. His fingers lingered at the bottom of my shirt.

I lifted my arms above my head, a signal for him to take it off. He slipped the shirt off, and ogled at me for a second before kissing me again. He kissed his way down my chin, my neck, and started down the middle of my chest.

“Jack,” I gasped. He continued.

“Hmm?” he hummed, already at my stomach.

“Why are you still clothed?”

I felt him grin against my stomach. “Good question.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jack and I were lying against each other, exhausted. Aside from the whole first time pain part of the sex, it was actually amazing. Jack and I moved in perfect synchronization. I think he might have broken my bra trying to take it off, but I wasn't that broken up about it.

“Have you done that before?” I breathed.

He didn't answer right away. “You have?” I asked.

“Yes. It was about a year ago. I was stupid. She was my first girlfriend, and I foolishly got into bed with her as soon as I could. I regret it so much.”

“Oh,” I murmured.

He took my face in his hand and tilted my head so I could see his face. “Axelle, I love you and only you. Don't be jealous, okay?” He kissed me lightly on the nose.

I smiled and put my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. He stroked my hair.

“Okay. I love you too,” I sighed. I fell right to sleep in his arms. That other girl didn't matter. I was who he wanted now.