Chapter 3 Surprise, Surprise.
° Amy's POV °
I got home so exhausted, or maybe it was just the feeling of not spending the day right.
I should have given him a punch on that slim pointed nose of his, and enjoyed the satisfaction from watching him bleed.
Everyone knew Jeremy would never date someone like me, I wasn't a nerd…maybe I was, or maybe not…I just didn't fit in.
Yeah I was a genius, so book centered that I didn't think of anything else other than books and online adventures, social media wasn't my kinda thing.
I loved doing outdoors to be precise, but I hated parties, clubs…I didn't like going to prom either.
Friends?
I just talked to whoever wanted to say hello to me.
Call me terrible, I know, but the truth is…life is a bit peaceful when you're alone.
I sighed, dropping my bag on the table sluggishly.
“How was school today?” My mother asked, her eyes fixed on what ever she kneaded.
“Fine, fine. What are you making?” I asked her, not like I was interested, but at least acting like I was made her confident, I noticed.
“Mrs Smith's kid would be celebrating his birthday tomorrow so she ordered cake.” Mom said, as she flung the kitchen cabinets, grabbing some little bottles of vanilla flavor.
I nodded.
“ You don't look so good today. Tell me what's up.” My mother pressed, and as I peered into her eyes, I could see a reflection of my distressed self in her glistening self.
“A guy asked me out.” I finally told her, letting out a deep sigh.
“And?” Mom asked again.
“Well what do you expect? That I'd say yes and drop my pants for him?” I asked, rolling my eyeballs like the whole world had offended me.
“Not every guy is after your pants Amy,” She said clearly, as she motioned to me to pass the container of baking powder.
“Well, this one is…” I replied, handing over the baking powder to her before letting out a deep sigh, my shoulders dropping.
“You don't know his intentions Amy, you're turning eighteen soon, you should at least get to know people, have some fun.” Mom said, as she shrugged.
“I hate his guts,” I blurted.
“What guts? The guts he had to ask you out?” Mom asked.
“The guts he has to think he can get every girl he wants!” I yelled.
“You can make him respect you, and maybe who knows, he might turn out to be your mate…ohh I can't wait for your birthday.” She said, a beam lighting up her face with hope.
“It's still six months ahead.” I sighed, “And there's no way that jerk is going to be my mate.”
“ Well tell the moon goddess that.” Mom replied, with a trace of sarcasm in her voice.
I woke up the next day, it was Tuesday morning, chilly yet dull.
I got into the shower to have my bath and…
“Brrr…” I shivered, “Mom we need hot water please!” I yelled from the bath tub frustrated. Well this wasn't the first time, I had to manage.
I got out of the bathroom, appearing in front of the mirror naked, watching if my breasts had grown bigger than they already were, or if a little bump had appeared on my butt.
Well, just like other days, I always convinced myself that I was in good shape.
I put on a thick hoodie, and short pleated skirt, styling my wavy auburn hair into a ponytail.
I applied some lip gloss, and like always, some mascara, but for a difference today, I'd applied some peach eyeshadows.
I waited for a cab by the road side and then I flagged an old rusty one…well, the driver looked older…if rusty could describe him I'd say rustier.
“ It's twenty bucks to your school ma lady,” he said, smiling ear to ear.
“What?” I tucked my hair behind my ears as I wanted to believe that I heard the right thing.
“You heard me right dear.” He said again.
“But I paid seventeen bucks to one other driver yesterday.” I said, trying hard not to raise my voice, or maybe walk out on him with a curse word…I wish I had my wolf, I'd rip his throat off, then I'd take over the steering wheel.
Insane thoughts.
I sighed, hopelessness washing over me.
But then a Porsche pulled right beside the rusty car.
“Surprise , surprise!” He yelled, getting off the car as he shut the door, spreading his arms wide proudly, like he expected a hug.
Pfft.
