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I stare at Willis for a while. “What,” he asks.

“Are you really shy or it’s an act,” I ask. He blushes that amazingly beautiful crimson red. I chuckle, “You look pretty hot when you blush.” I laugh, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

“To be honest I’m just shy around really pretty girls,” he says quietly. “Alice is just… She says the first thing that comes to mind, and sometimes it’s just too much to take that my face gets hot.”

“Aww that’s kinda cute,” I smirk. “So Natalie is your sister,” I ask.

“Half-sister,” he shrugs. “We aren’t really that close… She grew up here, I grew up with my mom, but when I was relaxing by my mom’s pool, I just… turned all furry,” he says quietly. “When she saw it, she sent me away, no one else ever found out, but just in case the nosy neighbors saw my bushy tail, it was best I come here,” he says quietly.

“Do you still see your mom,” I ask.

“Yep,” he smiles. “She hated that my father has custody now, but there really was no other way. She comes down and stays in the next town over, since it’s the only town that has a hotel good enough for her to stay in,” he smirks. “I stay with her there in the summer time,” he informs me. “I can never go too far from my pack.”

“So… in a few weeks’ time, I’ll be a part of your pack,” I ask.

“Yes,” he smiles. “Don’t be nervous of the debut party. It’s actually pretty cool,” he smiles.

“Just like the movies,” I ask.

“Even better,” he smirks. “There’s some dancing, but we practice for the few weeks leading up to it,” he tells me. “And your father will have to train you on some tricks so that you can actually impress the leaders of the older pack.”

“How many packs are there,” I ask confused.

“Two at the moment,” he says. “Our parents and us,” he says. “Your father… Left the pack when he married your mother… So I don’t know where it leaves him, but you will have your debut party so that will mean you will be accepted into our pack.”

“So my dad… Isn’t part of the pack he grew up with anymore,” I ask.

“I really don’t know how it works since… He’s the only one who has left behind their pack,” he says slowly. “I mean… They were the third generation. The second generation was new to all of it just like the first. They had no way of knowing what would happen. With debut parties of introducing the debutant to the rest of the packs… The pack and you are connected…”

“What do you mean by that,” I ask.

“When you become one of our pack members… You will be able to call me from anywhere and I can locate you easily, just like you can being a bird,” he says.

“And what can you do,” I ask.

He smiles, “Well… I can lift five hundred pounds,” he smirks.

“Seriously,” I ask with a gasp.

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “Beavers are pretty strong animals, trees weigh a ton, believe me.”

I laugh and nod, “I believe you.”

“So… Did your dad teach you how to fire flames,” he asks slowly.

“Actually no… I didn’t know why I did that to Paul,” I say slowly. “I didn’t think of doing it, I just did it.”

“Yeah that happens,” he nods.

“Do you have any other powers,” I ask.

“I can float in the air and breathe under water,” he says. “Float not fly,” he smirks.

“Really,” I ask. “What’s the difference between you and me then?”

“I can’t stay too long in the air like you can, and I don’t have wings,” he chuckles.

“I can fly without them though,” I say.

“Even better,” he laughs.

“Are you on the swim team,” I ask.

He shakes his head, “My father doesn’t let me participate.”

“Because you’d be awesome,” I ask.

He laughs, “Yes that’s exactly why.”

“You don’t have class right now, do you,” I ask.

He laughs, “Now you ask?” I look over at him smiling. “No, I have a spare, same as you.”

“Where were you the whole time I was bored out of my mind, reading magazines in the library,” I ask making a mockery of being exasperated.

He laughs at this and smiles, “Not being a stalker that’s for sure.”

“So then what do you do for your spare,” I ask.

“You wanna see,” he asks.

“Yes,” I nod.

“Let’s go, but we have to be quick,” he smiles mischievously.

He leads the way to the gym arena. He opens the door for me and the smell of chlorine hits my nose. We stand in the swimming pool arena. The water a beautiful aqua color because of the tiles under the water.

“Wow,” I say looking to see there’s three water slides and a huge hot tub off to the right. The place is quiet. “How come there’s no class in here?”

He shrugs, “There’s only two swimming classes, one for juniors, the other for seniors. The sophomores and freshmen’s have actual gym classes,” he tells me.

“Yep, I found out the hard way, I had to pick up a photography class, because I don’t wanna end up being an airhead neither walking around with wet hair all day,” I say.

He smirks and we walk around the pool. “You wanna jump in,” he asks.

“No,” I smirk. “But I wouldn’t mind watching you swim.”

He laughs at this, “Fine then, not today, but maybe I’ll give you a private show.”

We laugh together as we leave the pool room, seeing Paul at the end of the hallway. He glares seeing us together, smiling.

“Hey Paul, what’s up man,” Willis asks smiling.

“What were you doing in the pool, together,” he asks glaring at him.

“Swimming,” I answer before Willis does. “What else would we do in the pool?”

He glares at Willis, and then looks at me, “We should talk.”

“Sure,” I say slowly.

I look to Willis, “Don’t trust him… He just wants to own you…”

I nod, “Thanks… Later.”

He nods, relaxing when he realizes I got his message. I follow Paul down the hallway as he walks looking smug. We walk outside, Roger isn’t here yet. I had twenty minutes left before the bell rang for the end of school.

He sits on the glass bench. I sit down beside him, “So… what’s up with you and Mason? And you and Willis?”

“We’re all friends,” I say. “They were all telling me about the debut party,” I say with a shrug.

“You wanna be a part of our pack,” he asks.

“Do I have a choice,” I ask.

He smirks, “Not really. Unless you wanna live like your dad too.”

I frown, and stand up, “Seriously what’s up with you and my dad?”

“He turned his back on his pack. A pack member never does that,” he frowns. “Especially for a girl.”

“A girl,” I ask. “They weren’t children,” I frown. “It’s not like they don’t have to stay here.”

“Yes, in a way,” he says slowly. “We are stuck protecting.”

“And what if… You don’t want to stay here forever,” I ask frowning.

He is quiet for a moment, “I don’t know… Maybe you shouldn’t be part of the team.”

“But doesn’t that pose a problem,” I ask.

“You would have to talk to Mr. Bordeaux,” he says quietly.

“You mean… Your father,” I state.

“Yep,” he nods. Paul stands up suddenly, “The bell is about to ring.”

“I have a question,” I say standing up but not moving.

“What,” he asks, glancing around.

“What’s your deal for real,” I ask. “We just spent time not fighting but in front of the others you just have to be an ass?”

He looks at me, “Seriously… I was pissed that you got it on your first night.” He shakes his head, “You learn fast, it took us longer, more close to a week to learn how to even transform when we wanted to,” he says. “I’m sorry, but now I got over it.”

I nod slowly, “Cool because I’m not usually like that… Only when I get defensive.”

He smirks, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I nod and we look at each other for a second longer before parting ways. I go straight to the black limo waiting for me. Roger steps out, seeing me on my way over. He makes it just in time to open my door for me, I thought I would try and beat him, but he had such long legs. I frown though he laughs, “Good day Princess?”

“Wonderful,” I say sarcastically.

He laughs closing the door after I’m seated. We get out of the school’s parking lot easily just as the bell rings letting out students.

He drives fast, swerving in and out of lanes, it’s almost as if he’s rushing. “Is there something I should know,” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Nope, I just got something to do tonight.”

“You’re going on a date,” I ask with a gasp. “That’s so romantic, is she smart?”

He laughs at this, “You know you’re not like any of the other girls your age. Usually the first question is if she’s pretty.”

I shrug, “Pretty airheads are a waste of time. A smart woman is better to carry conversations with on dates, pretty airheads are just bed material,” I say with a light shrug.

He is laughing as he slows down to turn into the driveway. He is still laughing when he opens my door. I shake my head, “Thanks for rushing our time together, you better have fun. I have no one else to talk to.”

He cracks up laughing before slipping into his own red Volvo. He waves once before driving away. I smile and walk inside the house. The house smells heavenly as I walk in. The smell of fresh bread cooling on the baking rack.

“How was school Princess,” Yvonne smiles. All the house maids have started calling me Princess because of Roger.

“It was okay, I sat with my friends,” I shrug.

“Alice and Frank,” she asks.

“Yep, and a few others,” I smile. “Natalie, Willis, Mason, Amy, Amber and Paul too.”

“Wow sounds like you’re part of the popular crowd,” she says.

I smile but look up to see a look disappear from her face. “Do you have any kids Yvonne?”

“Yes two girls close to your age,” she smiles.

“What are their names,” I ask.

“Janelle and Janice,” she smiles.

“Are they at my school,” I ask.

“Yep,” she says, laughing. “That’s the only high school in this town.”

“Are they twins,” I ask.

She laughs, “No. Two years between them, Janelle is in a senior this year, while Janice is a sophomore.”

 “So I’m between them,” I say.

“Yep,” she smiles. She slides a plate in front of me. “Eat it all.”

“But I’m not—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” she says. “Eat up, you slipped out of here without eating this morning.” I sigh and pick up my fork and start eating. She turns away when I take at least three bites. “We can’t have you going hungry Princess,” she says, turning back to her oven.

I eat in silence as she continues to bake and make another cake. “I’m done, thank you Yvonne,” I say.

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. “Your father is in the library, he had asked that you go to him after eating,” she says.

I smirk and she takes the plate from me as I stand up. “Thanks again,” I say, before running off in the direction of the library.

The library’s double doors are open as I turn the corner. I see him sitting in a huge recliner near the window, with a huge book on his lap. When I stop at the library’s door, he glances up. “Come in,” he says. I sit in the recliner across from him facing him. He puts the book down, closing it as the bookmark holds his page. He smiles at me, “We are going to be busy for the next few weeks, getting you ready for your—”

“I don’t want to,” I say.

He pauses, as the smile falters, “Why not? It’s… It’s expected of you.”

“The Debutante party is pretty much a way of making sure I stay in town,” I say slowly. “Is that true?”

He is quiet for a moment. “That’s not completely true. I mean… I left town.”

“That’s because you didn’t want to stay,” I say.

He shrugs, “I would’ve stayed… If my family and my pack accepted your mother.”

“But they didn’t and you left,” I say.

“But it wasn’t like I was planning on it from the beginning,” he says. “I used to live here Ray… I grew up here… When I was younger… I knew it was my duty to stay and keep these people safe.”

“But… I don’t feel the same way,” I say quietly. “I mean… I don’t want to stay here… forever. I want to protect these people, but… for the rest of my life? In a small town like this? I feel like I’m already going crazy. And it’s only been two months.”

Dad smiles sadly, “I will talk to Bordeaux about it.”

I nod slowly, “Okay… Will you still be able to train me?”

“Of course, though I don’t have any knowledge of how you can throw flames,” he says.

“I got that down already,” I smile.

“Seriously,” he asks bewilderment written all over his face.

“Yep,” I smirk.

“Wow, you learned to fly and throw flames all in one night,” he asks. I nod slowly. He stands up, “So what is your inner ability?”

“Is that what it’s called,” I ask.

He smirks, “That’s what my pack called it growing up. I have the power to call on the weather at any time but the demand has to come from within. What have you learnt,” he asks.

“I can read minds,” I say. “And since I came in here… You’ve been thinking how much I look like Mom…”

He smiles warmly, “You are amazing. You’ve picked up on your abilities early, much faster than most do.”

I don’t say anything, I don’t have anything to say to that. So I keep quiet as Dad smiles at me. “Tonight we will go out on to the mountain and I’ll teach you a few things,” he smiles. “Just a few fun tricks,” he says.

“I can’t wait,” I smile standing up. “I’ve gotta get some homework done first then maybe we can play a match before we go off to the mountains?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “I had the courts cleaned today,” he nods.

“Great I’ll be back in like an hour or so,” I sigh. He laughs and I leave the library. I grab my backpack from the kitchen and walk up the west stairs to my bedroom. I set my backpack down on my chair that is across the room from the desk.

I go to my desk and grab a pencil from the first drawer. I grab my clipboard and my laptop and start jotting down ideas for my upcoming English project.

The End

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