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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 :)

5. Mars Attacks

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“Hi... Aubrie,” said Jack skeptically. He could see right through Aubrie... couldn't he?

“Are you free this weekend?” she asked. She asked it so bluntly, no buttering up or anything. I would have expected at least ten minutes of good ol' sweet talking. It was just what she did. It was also very like her to steal what she thought I wanted.

Jack hesitated. He couldn't actually be considering it. He was not her type... was he?

“Actually, Aubrie, I have a... a date,” he said. He grinned, elated with his spur of the moment stroke of genius.

“With who?” she asked incredulously. She was probably thinking that Jack would drop everything just to please her.

“Oh, with Axelle, of course,” he laughed. He threw his arm around me. Through the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me, almost as if to beg me to go along with his little scheme.

“Yep! We have a hot date. It's all planned out and everything,” I said, leaning into him. He even smelled good.

“You're going on a date with Axelle?” What are you, messed up in the head?” She was mad that Jack turned her down, so we were going to be the targets of her wrath for quite some time.

“Of course. She just happens to be the heppest cat I've ever met.” Jack pulled me even closer. I tried to keep myself from fainting. Breathe in, breathe out.

“Well,” started Aubrie. The bell rang, cutting off her retort.

I spent all class thinking of the different things that Jack and I would actually do on a date. We were just pretending, of course, but it was still pretty pleasing to think about. Even just pretending was good enough for me.

When the bell rang, Jack waited for me to gather my things. In a habit that was quickly becoming routine, he took my things, and we walked out of class together.

“Thank you so much,” he sighed once we were out of Aubrie's earshot. “I thought I was a goner.”

“No problemo,” I replied.

“So... are you free on Saturday?” he asked. My heart skipped a beat. He wasn't going to ask me out... he probably just wanted some help with his trig homework.

“I'll have to check my schedule. I might be able to pencil you in,” I replied. I didn't think he could tell I was nervous.

“Is the time slot 'all day' filled in?”


“Awesome. I'll pick you up at noon. I'll take my car instead of my bike.”

“Nice plan.” I already knew that my parents would not be too keen on the date thing, but if Jack brought his bike, I'd never see him again.

We reached the spot where we parted ways. He paused before he spoke, looking me over. I felt self consciousness take over. “You look beautiful today, by the way,” he said before walking to his class. I couldn't stop smiling the entire day.

When I drove home that afternoon, I let my mind wander towards the reactions I'd receive from my family. My mom would be happy for me, of course. My dad would probably want to know where he lived so he could kill him in his sleep. I was just glad that Auntie Alice had already left for Alaska. She would have a ball playing “first date Barbie”,

When I pulled up, there were no cars. It was Friday, the day my parents were gone until at least midnight. They always said that they were out, but they never told me where. I'd call the to tell them the news after I did my homework.

I was barely in the door when I remembered that I never took my things back from Jack. We had a ton of Trig homework to get done over the weekend. It would have been nice to get it done early, but I couldn't if I didn't have my books.

I was lounging on the couch reading a magazine, when I heard the roar of an engine. Confused, I peeked out the front window. Jack was parking his motorcycle in front of the house. I opened the door.

“Hi!” I called.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing his book bag and slinging it around his shoulder. “I stole your homework, and I didn't think it was very fair if I had to do it and you didn't.” He met me at the porch.

“I noticed. Would you like to come in?” I asked. I had never, ever invited anyone inside the house, unless it was Uncle Emmett for a pretend tea party or something.


I opened the door wider and led him inside. He looked around in awe.

“Your house is nice!”

“Thanks,” I laughed. “Are you hungry, thirsty?”

“Starving!” he exclaimed. I pulled open the fridge.

“Sandwiches work?” I asked.

“Hell yeah!” He set his bag on the island and pulled up a stool.

“We have the peanut butter and jelly variety, or the ham and cheese variety.”

“PB&J for me!” he exclaimed.

“Excellent choice, my good sir,” I smiled. I probably had about ten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches a week. I pulled out the ingredients and started to concoct a heaping pile of yum.

“Where are your parents?” asked Jack. I handed him a sandwich and took a seat on the stool beside him.

“They always go out on Friday nights,” I replied around a mouth full of delicious.

“You parents sound like the epitome of hep,” he laughed.

“My whole family is, if I say so myself,” I said smugly.

“From what I've heard about them, I can hardly argue there. You must have an intense music stash.” He gobbled down the last bit of his sandwich.

“Oh, you should see it! I bet you I could fill a swimming pool with all of our music. I'll show you.” I got up and took his hand, leading him upstairs and into our media room. The room was surrounded on all sides by bookshelves. They weren't filled with books, but CDs. The only break was a hole for the TV to go.

Jack stood in the doorway, shocked by the sheer amount of music. “Wow,” he breathed.

“Well, come in,” I laughed.

He stepped into the room and ran his fingers over the shelves.

“How do you have these sorted?” he asked.

“By year, then personal preference,” I replied. It was something that my Uncle Edward taught me to do.

“You even have records!” He reached the back of the room, my favorite section. It held all the old music.

“That I do,” I grinned. He pulled out a Benny Goodman record.

“We have to listen to this.” He located our record player and popped the record in. Sing Sing Sing permeated the room. The popping and crackling of the player sounded perfect with the type of music. It just fit.

Jack grabbed my hand and started to swing dance with me.

“How do you know how to swing dance?” I asked. He spun me around.

“It's just something I've picked up.”

The phone rang, interrupting our dancing. I grabbed it off of an end table and pushed talk.

“Hello?” I answered, slightly breathless.

“I finally got Mars Attacks! I'll come over and we'll make you some popcorn and pizza, whatever you want! It'll be grand!”

“Oh, cool,” I replied. It was Uncle Emmett, and it was one of the only times I was not looking forward to his visit.

“Be there in five minutes.” He hung up on me.

“Crap,” I sighed.

“What?” asked Jack.

“You have to go.” Uncle Emmett would not be a happy camper if he found out I had a boy over when nobody else was home. “Quick, my uncle drives like a fiend.”

I started to drag him out of the room. I almost threw him out the door. I could tell there was something he wanted to say, perhaps do, but he had to go if he wanted to keep his arms.

“Still picking you up at noon?” he asked.

“Of course!” I exclaimed. He hopped onto his bike and it roared to life. He zoomed down the lane. Three minutes later, Uncle Emmett pulled up. I was still staring out the open front door.

“Hey, Axy!” he exclaimed, getting out of his jeep. He approached the door. “So I finally got Mars Attacks, and I knew you'd like it because it has lots of exploding heads. Go make some popcorn, I'll... meet... you...” he paused at the threshold. “Wait right here,” he murmured.

He crept into the house. I froze. He was hardly ever serious, so I was a little alarmed. I stayed on the front step for what seemed like hours.

“Okay, Axelle,” called Uncle Emmett.

“What was that all about?” I asked. He was in the kitchen pulling down a bowl from a cabinet. He got a bag of popcorn out of the pantry and threw it into the microwave.

“I just... I just thought I heard something. No biggie,” he said. I could tell something was bothering him, something he didn't want to tell me. Which was strange, because he always told me everything that was on his mind.

The microwave dinged and Uncle Emmett poured the popcorn in the bowl. He handed me the popcorn and the movie.

“Go start the movie, I have to call your parents real quick.”

I was skipping up the stairs when I realized I still had to tell my parents that I had a date. I went into the media room, set the food and movie down, and grabbed the phone.

“He isn't yet. The smell wasn't that strong, but he will be very soon, I'm guessing.” It was Uncle Emmett talking.

“Keep an eye out,” said my dad. “We're still hunting, but we'll be home before tomorrow morning.” I didn't know what he meant by hunting, but I didn't dwell on it.

“Hello?” asked Uncle Emmett. He must have realized that the other line was off the hook. “Axelle, are you on the other phone?”

“Yeah, I have something I need to tell my parents. You can finish your conversation if you want, though.” I had to tell them something I didn't want to tell them at all.