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 :)
3. Peaches and Cream
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Jack and I slipped into our seats.
“I'm sorry you're grounded,” he said. It was the fourth time he said that to me in the last five minutes.
“It's okay! I swear I won't hold it against you. My dad is just crazy protective, it's no big deal. My mom was quite the motorcycle chick when she was younger.”
Jack's mouth dropped open. “That is so cool!” he exclaimed. “My step-dad was too. All he talks about are the good old days, when he rode his motorcycle without a worry in the world.”
“Ah, going through his midlife crisis a little early?”
“Seems like it,” laughed Jack.
The bell rang, halting our conversation.
Throughout the whole class, I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering to Jack. He was wearing a black t-shirt. You could see his muscles through it. I could see the other girls glaring at me, still sour that he was talking to me, not them.
“Just wait till he finds out who you really are,” snarled a voice behind me. It was Aubrie Jones. She's hated me ever since 1st grade. She called me stupid because I told her my uncle was my best friend. She said that girls were supposed to have other girls as their best friends, not boys. I threw my lunch box at her... she was nasty to me ever since.
Jack heard what she said. “She was the first one to talk to me in this place. Have you ever actually given her a chance? She's a really cool person,” he snarled. I smirked.
“Mr. Black! Detention,” snapped Mr. Carlson.
Jack sighed and turned back around.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“It's no problem,” he answered.
I had no idea what Aubrie meant by the “real” me. I was the one who kept the tissue out of my shirt. I was the one who didn't cake on makeup by the pounds. I was the one who didn't pretend I had all the money in the world. Maybe she could take some lessons about being real from me.
When the bell rang, I got up and took my things from the desk. Aubrie shoulder checked me. I sighed, and waited for Jack to get his stuff.
“Why do you let her do those things?” he asked, taking my books out of my hands without thinking about it.
“I don't know. That's kind of how it's always been,” I sighed. Stupid Aubrie... I hoped my lunch box left a scar.
“Why?” he asked.
“She called my relationship with my uncle stupid, so I chucked my Nightmare Before Christmas lunch box at her face. It was quite the scandal in 1st grade,” I explained.
He laughed loudly. “So that's why her face looked a little flat.”
I couldn't help but laugh along. Sometimes it felt sort of good to be mean. My mom probably wouldn't approve, but I didn't want to think about that.
We reached the point where we parted ways. “Till we meet again,” he said jokingly. He gave me my stuff.
“Ciao!” I called, waving my hand elegantly.
Once again, I had a one track mind that day. All I could think about was Jack.
After school, I saw Jack making his way to Carlson's classroom.
“Good luck,” I said.
“I'm going to need it,” he replied.
We said our goodbyes. As I made my way to my car, my phone buzzed.
It was my dad. “Meet us at the family house,” he said.
“Righto,” I replied.
I climbed into the car and turned the stereo up all the way. Nothing was better than a good car dance when you were by yourself... or when you were with other people, really. Pretty much, there was nothing better than a car dance all the time.
When I pulled up to the house, Uncle Emmett appeared at the door.
“Hi!” I exclaimed as I opened the car door.
“Hey, Axy!” he called. He was the only one who could call me that and get away with it.
I got out of the car and ran to the porch. He met me halfway and scooped me into a massive hug. I squealed.
“How was school?” he asked.
“It was all peaches and cream, Unc!” I said sarcastically.
Emmett set me down and led me inside.
“Hey, Axelle,” said Uncle Edward. He looked at me strangely.
I knew that he could read my thoughts. I discovered that in 6th grade. He answered the question I had in my head before I said it out loud. I wondered what jello was made out of. He replied with a mighty, “You don't want to know.” It was another little quirk that added to my family's mystique.
“I think you and I need to have a little chat,” he said. He still had the same strange look on his face.
“I didn't even get to say hi yet!” exclaimed Auntie Alice.
“You can do it in a minute,” replied Edward curtly. He took me by the hand and led me upstairs. He pulled me into his and Alice's old room and closed the door.
“What are all these thoughts about a boy I hear?” he whispered.
I blushed. “It's nothing.”
“That's not what it sounds like,” he said. He crossed his arms across his chest. He was going to be stubborn, that much was for sure.
“He's the new kid, just came to our school. We almost had detention together last night,” I admitted.
“You rode on his motorcycle too, I see,” he commented.
“Oh, that was so fun! Mom and Dad weren't too happy though,” I sighed.
“I imagine not,” he said.
“Honestly, it'll probably pass. It's not like I'm the type that people like to get to know very well.” It was true. My best friend was my uncle, for Pete's sake!
“Yeah, uh-huh,” said Edward, rolling his eyes.
“Just promise you won't tell my parents,” I pleaded.
“As long as you do one thing for me,” he said.
“What?” I asked. I had a bad feeling.
“Let Alice make you over. Just one more time! It'll get her off my back,” he explained.
“Fine,” I grumbled. I'd almost rather have him tell my parents.
“Thanks,” he said. He opened the door and let me out of the room. I skipped down the stairs.
“Finally!” exclaimed Alice. She gave me a big hug.
“Hi, Auntie,” I said.
“Hi, Babe. Now do I have some grand stuff for you! Come upstairs, I'll show you the dress I bought you. You will love it!”
“I'm sure,” I replied. It was hard to remain enthusiastic. She dragged me back up the stairs. I'd be so mad if Uncle Edward told them. My makeover would be for nothing, and then there'd be hell to pay.
- 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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