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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I never thought that going on a road trip would be so much fun. The music was pouring out of the speakers at full volume. I was breathless from the amount of dancing I'd been doing. Jack was the perfect eloping partner.
After a few hours on the road, my cell phone rang. I looked to Jack, my eyes wide. I knew I would have to talk to my parents, I just didn't know exactly when. I wasn't all that eager to speak with them, honestly. I turned down the music.
Jack nodded at me, so I picked it up off of the center console.
"Hello?" I breathed.
"And just where do you think you're going, Axelle?" It was my dad.
"You want the truth?" I thought about lying to him for a second, but changed my mind. He'd know.
"Of course," he answered. He didn't sound angry.
"Jack and I are eloping. We're driving to Vegas right now. Neither of us are really wedding people, I guess," I explained.
He stayed quiet. I held my breath waiting for his response. Jack took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Alice is not going to be happy with you," he finally replied.
"You're not mad?" I asked.
"No, I'm not mad. I was hoping I could see you get married. You're my little girl, after all." He paused. "But... you two can make your own decisions. And, Axelle, I am so sorry about the way I acted last night. I was very out of line. I am happy if you are happy."
I smiled. "It's okay, dad. I understand. I'm sorry, too."
"I love you, Axelle. Have fun in Vegas. Oh, and you get to call Alice."
"Love you, too, dad." I snapped the phone shut.
"Do you feel better now?" asked Jack.
"Well, better than I did before. My dad says I still have to call Alice." I sighed. She was not going to be very happy with me.
Jack cringed. "Do you want me to do it? I don't want her to yell at you. You don't need any of that."
I shook my head. "No, Jack. I can do it."
I didn't wait to call. I knew that if I put it off, I wouldn't end up doing it. I had to do it fast, just like a band-aid.
"Suit yourself," he sighed.
I dialed the big house.
"Hello?" someone answered. It wasn't Alice.
"Emmett?" I asked, surprised.
"Axelle," he said formally.
"Emmett, don't you scare me like that! Don't run away again! I was worried sick. Please, Emmett, don't," I pleaded.
"You had someone you wanted to talk to?" He ignored me.
"Emmett, quit acting like a baby. Tell me why you ran." My heart was pounding in my chest. Emmett was my best friend, and when he left, I was devastated. I would not let him run again.
"You're pregnant," he answered. "Here's Alice."
"Wait!" I exclaimed. Jack eyed me cautiously. He rubbed soothing circles on the back of my hand.
"Too late," said Alice. She'd taken the phone from him.
I sighed. "Tell him I love him."
"I will. Now who do you want to talk to? What time are you coming over? We have so much to do!" she exclaimed.
"I won't be coming over today," I said quickly.
"Yes, you will be. I need you here. We have to check your dress, and go over the dinner, and look at the inv-"
"Alice, Alice, stop. I will not be going over today because Jack and I are eloping."
I heard her catch her breath. She didn't speak. Jack kissed my hand to calm me down.
"But... Emmett and Rosalie aren't having another wedding until they move! Your dress was perfect! Axelle..." she whined.
"I'm sorry, Alice. It's what I want to do," I said, my voice gaining strength. I expected her to yell at me. It was a little shocking when she didn't.
"Fine," she sighed. "Maybe you'll want to be really married later," she growled. The line went dead.
I dropped the phone into my lap. "That was much easier than I thought it'd be."
"I'm just happy she didn't yell at you," said Jack, relieved.
I reached for the volume and turned it loud enough so it would be awkward to talk. I didn't want him to bring Emmett up. I wanted to have a great time, and thinking about things that made me sad didn't make for an amazing day.
About an hour later, I fell asleep. Driving always made me somewhat drowsy.
I was disoriented when Jack woke me up. A light shone in my window, hurting my eyes. I was groggy and sluggish.
"We're here, love," he whispered.
I rubbed my eyes, and peeked out the window. We were at one of the hotels on the strip. There was a huge overhang, and cars were parked all along it. We were in the valet lane.
I yawned, and climbed out of the car. "What hotel are we at?"
"Treasure Island," answered Jack. He had his suitcase in one hand, and mine in the other. He led the way to the lobby.
"Arr," I murmured.
When the doors opened, I was bombarded by the clinking sound of slots. It smelled like new car and smoke at the same time. Jack led the way to check-in, and I followed. I'd never been to Vegas before.
While Jack got us a room, I looked around. All of the decorations made me laugh. Whoever chose them certainly must have had a ball. If I had a chance to decorate an entire hotel to look like a pirate ship, I would have had the time of my life.
"This way," said Jack, interrupting my pirate thoughts.
"Aye, me hearty," I answered.
I followed him to a set of elevators. "What floor are we on?" I asked.
"The thirty-fourth," he answered.
The doors opened, and we stepped in. There were thirty-six floors in the hotel according to the buttons.
I smiled. "I'm excited."
Jack set the bags down and stepped towards me. "Me too." He took my face in his hands, and pressed his lips to mine. His hands slid down my face, my neck, my arms, and came to rest on my hips. He pulled me in closer. I slipped my hands under his shirt. His sculpted torso was warm, as always.
The bell that sounded our arrival on our floor dinged, but we didn't part. It wasn't until that we heard someone clear their throat that we separated, giggling slightly, and got out of the elevator.
The man standing there cocked an eyebrow, and swept past us to get into the elevator. Jack turned left and strode down the hallway.
"You hooligan," I laughed.
"I just can't help it," he sighed dramatically.
"I don't blame you. I am attractive," I said sarcastically.
He stopped at the end of the hall, and grabbed the key out of his pocket. He swept it through the door, and twisted the handle. He pushed the door open and flipped the light on.
The room was huge. From the entryway, I could see two doorways leading to other rooms. There was a mini kitchen to my right.
"Wow, Jack. Talk about swanky!" I exclaimed.
"I thought it should be special." He shrugged. He dropped the bags on the ground.
"Thank you for doing this," I sighed happily.
"Anything for you, love," he answered.
- 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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