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 :)
4. Dance Crazy
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“No,” I answered. I tried my best to remain civil, but it was getting hard.
“Look!” she exclaimed. She made me stand up. “Your hair is so long,” she gushed.
It was pretty long. When it was all straight it trailed down to the end of my spine. I liked it much better curly, though. I looked too much like a hippy when it was straight.
She finished up with my makeup and threw me in a new dress before sending me downstairs. She told me to strut like a model, and I had to try my best not to upchuck on her. I loved her, but sometimes she was a bit much.
“Ow, ow!” yelled Uncle Emmett when I got down stairs. I took off my high heel and threw it at his face. “Ow,” he murmured, catching it with the pointy part in his palm.
I glared at Uncle Edward. He looked blissfully happy, almost smug. I gave him the “you better watch out, you're next” glare. He didn't seem very scared.
After conversing with my family for a few more hours, and after taking off the hideous dress, Mom, Dad, and I went home. I drove by myself in my car. Uncle Edward and Auntie Alice were only visiting. They lived in Alaska, and today was their last day in Forks.
When we got home, my dad was still ignoring me somewhat. My brains had not smashed all over the ground, so I didn't get why he was still so angry. I took his hand and led him to the couch. My mom slipped upstairs.
“Daddy, why are you still so angry?” I asked. It really was starting to worry me. My dad was one of my very good friends, I didn't like it when he was mad at me.
“Do you know how dangerous those things are?” he replied, struggling to keep his voice under control.
“I was, and am, safe. I promise, it was no big deal,” I said, waving my hand nonchalantly. I was trying to make it less of a big deal than it actually was.
“I know, I'm just being a little protective. You know that I love you too much to let you ride one of those things again,” he sighed. He held his arms out and I accepted his embrace. He could comfort me better than any other person I knew.
“I'm sorry I made you worried. Can I please not be grounded anymore?” I whispered.
“I'm sorry I reacted a little irrationally. You don't have to stay home this weekend,” he said. “Isn't it getting a little late?”
I looked at the clock on the wall and gasped. It was almost midnight. I hopped off the couch and made a sprint for my room. I had so much homework!
“Night, dad!” I called.
“Night, love,” he laughed.
I burst into my room,and I promptly fell asleep in my textbook five minutes later.
I knew I was dreaming when Jack stepped into my room through the window. It looked eerie because he appeared through the drapes.
“Hey,” he said, brushing his hair out of his face. He looked so... so handsome.
I got out from my chair and met him in front of the window.
“Hi,” I murmured. We were mere inches apart. He stepped forward, our chests were touching. He smiled his dazzling smile. His teeth were so white when compared to his skin.
I put my hand on his chest and pushed him against the window. I grinned wickedly. I pulled his face down and....
My alarm went off, jolting me into consciousness. I'd never had a dream like that about anybody before, and I didn't even know Jack very well yet. It mildly disturbed me. I needed to start getting more sleep.
I went through my morning routine quickly, wanting to get to school early again. If I was being honest, I wanted to see Jack.
I slid down the stair rail and skipped to the kitchen to get breakfast. I decided on a heaping bowl of Lucky Charms, my favorite treat. My mom and dad were at the kitchen table having a heated discussion.
“I think that they are okay as people,” said my mom.
“I disagree entirely. Ever since...” he paused, looking at me. “We'll continue this later.”
I cocked my eyebrow, but didn't comment. Sometimes it was better to remain quiet at the things my parents talked about. There were some conversations that I walked in on that were too odd to explain, so after I was about ten, I just stopped paying attention.
“No detention today, alright? It's Friday,” said my mom.
I shrugged, not making any promises. It wasn't my fault if my teachers caught me doing something strange! I was just unlucky. Telling me not to get detention was like telling Johnny Depp not to be hot, it just didn't work.
I danced out the door to a song that was stuck in my head. After a good car dance, I ended up in the school parking lot.
Jack's motorcycle was parked in the usual spot. I was excited to tell him about my new found freedom. I hopped out of the car as soon as I pulled to a stop. Jack was putting all his riding gear away.
“Guess what!” I exclaimed. He turned around and I had to remind myself to breathe.
“What?” he asked.
“I'm not grounded anymore!” I exclaimed. I had taken a quick liking to Jack, but it was probably because he was the only one who really talked to me around school. I tried not to dig too much into it as he pushed his hair out of his face.
“That's so hep!” he cheered.
“You know the word hep?” I asked, surprised. It was a word I'd picked up from listening to forties music, something I was sure he didn't do.
“Of course! Don't you know that I'm hep to the jive?”
My heart almost stopped. “That was what Cab Calloway called his album...”
“Yeah! Man, that guy danced crazy,” he laughed.
“Oh, I know! If he wasn't drunk, he was high,” I commented.
“Eh, it was the 1940's, I'm pretty sure they didn't care.”
We walked into Carlson's class. Aubrie was already there, primping herself. Jack looked like he was going to ask me something.
“Hey, stud!” she called when she saw Jack. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. She would try to flatter Jack out of his wits, but would end up looking like some bimbo. It would be entertaining to watch, but pretty painful for Jack. I sat in my seat and settled in for the show.
- 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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