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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 :)

2. Grounded

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Flying down the road was exhilarating. The speed, it was the most intense feeling. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. I let out a carefree laugh.

“What do you think?” asked Jack, yelling to be heard over the roar of the bike. His black hair flew back in the wind. I had my arms wrapped around his torso. I could tell you one thing, he wasn't a weakling. I could feel his muscles through his shirt, definitely a plus. I suddenly had the urge to unbutton his shirt, I repressed it immediately. He was also very warm, I was almost sweating.

“It's amazing!” I shouted.

After about twenty minutes of joyriding, Jack pulled back into the parking lot. There were only a few other cars, everyone had already gone home. He parked the bike and helped me off.

“Thank you!” I laughed.

“I didn't know you'd be so excited about it. Whenever I even mention my bike to anyone else, they freak out. It's actually kind of entertaining,” he said.

I felt a rain drop land on my nose.

“I imaging so,” I said, smiling.

I felt six more drops hit my face. Soon it was a total downpour.

“I'll see you tomorrow!” exclaimed Jack. I headed towards my car. I felt bad for him, having to ride home in the rain.

“Bye,” I called over my shoulder.

When I got in the car, I turned the heater on high. I drove home slowly, an unusual occurrence. My parents drove fast, way past the speed limit most of the time. I picked up my driving habits from them.

Jack... I didn't quite know what to do about him. He obviously liked me a little bit, but I didn't know exactly how he felt. It irritated me not to know.

I pulled up to our house and got out of the car. My parents would be waiting to ask me how my day went. I had to think of something clever to say, just in case they asked me why I stayed late. I couldn't just go right out and tell them I was on a motorcycle. If they asked, I'd tell them I was in detention.

Once I was in the house, I went straight to my room. My room had gone through many changes over the years. From a princesses dreamland, to a flowery haven, and then to a simple red and gray color scheme. Two walls were gray, two were red. They were my two favorite colors. I had a computer in one corner, a queen sized bed in another. My windows were heavily curtained, my parents choice. I wasn't unhappy with the decision. Sometimes the dark was better than the light, in my opinion.

I plopped onto my bed and opened a textbook. I head a knock at my door.

“Come in!” I said.

My mom came in the door.

“How was school?” she asked. She sat down on the side of my bed. It disturbed me, how young she looked. She could pass for sixteen if she wanted to, a chilling fact. It was the same with my dad. Sure, they had the maturity of parents, but their appearance confused me. My mom had purple eyes, it was a little distracting sometimes. Once I could have sworn she had red eyes, but she told me it was just a trick of the light.

“It was fine,” I answered nonchalantly.

“Really?” she asked. “I heard there was a new kid.” Nothing remained a secret in Forks for long, I knew that much.

“There was. He sits by me in Trig. His name is Jack,” I explained.

“Really, that's nice. Is he cute?” she asked. I could see her trying to hide a smile.

I sighed. “Yes, mom, he's cute.”

My dad waltzed in. “Hey, Axelle,” he said. It was the wrong time, boy talk time.

“Hi, Daddy.” I still called him daddy to his face, and I was pretty sure he liked it that way.

“Did you have detention today?” he asked. He wouldn't be mad, just very unsurprised. Though, despite being in detention every once in awhile, I was a straight A student, and that's all that my parents cared about when it came to school.

“Yep,” I answered simply. Short answers, the key to lying. Of course, I was never the best at lying.

“Axelle,” said my dad, not exactly believing me.

“Okay, so I didn't have detention.” I was so easily broken. I tried to be tough, but it never worked very well.

“Why did it take you so long to get home then?” asked my mom. She got anxious rather quickly.

“I went on a bike ride.” I wasn't lying, just stretching the truth.

“And did this bike have a motor?” she questioned. She could see right through me.

I frowned. “Yes.” I tried to hide myself behind my hair. I was scared of the reaction to come.

My dad was taking deep breaths, calming himself.

“Axelle Hale! What were you thinking?” he exploded. “You could have gotten hurt! We don't need your brains squashed all over the pavement! You made a stupid, idiotic choice,” yelled my dad, failing at the whole calming down thing.

“As you can see, my brains are clearly not splattered on the road, thank you very much,” I snarled, speaking before I thought.

“Attitude,” whispered my mom.

“Bella, please don't side with her. You know how I, how you, feel about motorcycles,” he sighed.

“Well, I can see why it would appeal to her.” Go Mom!

“Just because she happens to come from a family of... thrill seekers, doesn't mean she can go gallivanting off on a motorcycle!”

“Did you just say gallivanting?” laughed Mom.

“Way to ruin my discipline, love,” said my dad.

“You go outside, I'll talk to Axelle,” Mom said, getting up from the bed. She kissed him quickly on the lips then pushed him out the door. She sat back down next to me.

“So, how was your first motorcycle ride?” she asked.

“It was so amazing!” I exclaimed.

“I know, that's how it was for me,” she said.

“I sorta expect I'm grounded though, eh?”

She smiled sadly. “I think it's the only way to appease your dad. Sorry.”

I sighed. “It's no big deal. I didn't have any big plans anyway, I guess.” I might have had plans later... plans involving a certain Jack Black.

“I don't appreciate the lying, Axelle. Just tell the truth next time you think about lying. Your dad seems to have an uncanny ability to tell when you feel guilty.”

“Yeah, I suck at lying,” I laughed. She got off my bed and moved to the door.

“Have fun being grounded. No phone, no computer, and the only places you get to drive are school and the family's house,” she said before closing the door behind her.

It didn't really bother me, being grounded. Sometimes I liked it, just because it removed all outside interferences. I could read a book, draw, write, without fear of interruption.

I eventually drifted to sleep, textbook in hand.

I awoke the next morning confused. I was still in my jeans, my shoes even. I groaned and hopped in a quick shower. After I got out, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was curly, even when it was wet. Every once in awhile I wished I had straight hair, just to see what it was like. I never blow dried it, never straightened it, just left it as it was. I very rarely wore makeup either. Sure, I'd slap on a layer of mascara if I had to, but for school, there was no need.

My parents were awake when I went downstairs, of course. My dad was reading the paper, and my mom was rubbing his shoulders. She was whispering something into his ear.

“Please, save it till I'm gone?” I asked.

“Yes, your highness,” said my dad. I could tell he was still bitter about the night before. I downed a glass of orange juice and grabbed a granola bar before I dashed out the door. I didn't want to be late.

When I got to school, the black motorcycle was parked in the back of the lot again. Jack was stashing his helmet.

I parked a little way away from him. I didn't want him to think I was some kind of creepy stalker. When he heard my car, he looked up and smiled.

I got out and started walking to class.

I felt a warm hand gently grab my arm.

“Aren't you going to wait for me?” asked Jack.

“Sorry,” I said, smiling sheepishly.

“So, how was the rest of your night?” We walked towards Mr. Carlson's class.

“Hmm... not so good,” I answered honestly.

He frowned. “Why not?”

“I got grounded.”

He sighed. “I'm sorry.”

“Oh no, it's not your fault! I am so glad you took me on your bike.”

He smiled the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. I would risk getting grounded again, if only to see his smile.