BAIT Part 2

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The Soul Mate Bit

Bastian:

Waiting outside for us, and the Gods only know how, was a new Chevy convertible with the top down. Which, while awesome, sent a strange prickle of fear down my spine. I hadn’t been in the house long, but I hadn’t seen or heard anybody other than Amber, Belinda and Frankie.

But I also didn’t really have time to think about it. Amber was clearly upset and getting more upset by the second. So, we climbed in and headed off.

“We’re a fair way away from Huntington, just, just so you know. I’m going to go as fast as I can, but it’s still going to take a while.”

She nodded at me and turned back to her phone. Then after a minute she reached across and kissed my cheek.

The rest of the drive went by largely in silence. Except for one moment when I very nearly got lost, but then didn’t, which was made totally worth it to hear Amber laugh, even if she was laughing at me.

That is, until we pulled into Huntington and the small ball of anxiety, I’d been watching slowly grow inside of her finally popped.

“Look, I know this is what I did to you last time, but… Uummmm.”

“You want me to just drop you and go?”

“Yeah, sorry it’s just that, I mean we know he’s alive, sort of. But they don’t and showing right now with my new boyfriend, or fiancé or whatever, I mean…”

“No, no I totally get it. I, actually don’t want to be there either. I was mentally gearing up if you wanted me there, but I agree it makes no sense.”

Her shoulders dropped and it looked like she finally started breathing again.

“The only thing though, is I don’t have a phone anymore. So, I don’t know how to contact you.’ I could see her back stiffen and it made me realise it wasn’t something she’d thought about until that moment. ’Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of like, losing you. I’m just afraid of… well… missing you.”

“Aawww...”

Her voice was sweet and she leant over and kissed my cheek again, which made my chest feel warm and I couldn’t help but smile. Her face then scrunched up and she said.

“Actually, yeah, how did you find me at Belinda’s place?”

It was clearly a thought that started in her head and only came out half way through, but that just made me smile more.

“I followed my instincts. Or rather, a new strange feeling inside that told me where you were.”

She sat quite for another minute clearly thinking, or feeling something out.

“I think I have that too. Like this little voice, ball of something, inside me that’s just about you. Do you think that’s the soul mate bit?”

“I think all of it is the soul mate bit. Either that or you’re pregnant.”

She screamed what, so loud, that it made my ears ring and I had to swerve to avoid driving into a street lamp.

“Do werewolves know when their mate or partner or whatever is pregnant? Do you know if I’m pregnant? You have to tell me, you have to, it’s like the cops. You! Have! To!”

I read once that in every relationship, mistakes will be made. And depending on the strength of the relationship, you either forgive the person and move on stronger, or fractures form that may eventually lead to the end of the relationship. This was probably my first major mistake.

“It… It was a joke. … I’m sorry. I, was, just trying to be funny. Sorry.”

All things considered; Amber could punch really hard.

“That’s not funny! I don’t know if you have a special magical understanding or somethings about that sort of thing so, how am I supposed to know that you’re joking!”

“You’re right, and again, sorry. Werewolves don’t have a sixth sense about that sort of thing we get just as blindsided as everyone else.”

She punched me again, in I think exactly the same spot on my arm and harrumphed dramatically. Which made me think we’d probably be ok. We drove on in silence for maybe a minute more, and then I pulled over and looked at her. I’d been to Jessica’s a couple times and I didn’t want to pull into the drive way, drop her and drive off. In case parents or someone else was there and questions sparked from what was about to happen.

I leaned over, put one hand on her arm, one on her knee and gently kissed her cheek. Then when she turned to face me, I kissed her again, properly. It was long and slow. Her lips were soft and somehow made me feel safe.

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a breath and put her forehead against mine.

“It’s ok… What are we going to do about your phone?”

“Maybe give me your number on like, a piece of paper or something, and I’ll try find a phone or I’ll buy one and message you?”

She nodded but otherwise didn’t move and we hovered there awkwardly for another long minute. Then she started digging through the car looking for something to write with and on. She popped open the glove box and there it was. My phone.

“Of course, dad had had it on him.”

She pulled it out, handed it to me and said.

“I’ll text you as soon as I can. Promise.”

I nodded and we kissed again. Then she jumped out of the car and trotted down the street and around the corner. I waited until I couldn’t see her anymore, then turned the car around and headed home.


Amber:

The air in Jessica’s place felt heavy and it wasn’t until Jessica attack hugged me, almost knocking me to the ground that I realised how long I’d been away. It was fine for me, I knew Frankie was alive, sort of. But she didn’t, none of them did. They were all stuck waiting to find out one way or another. And as far as Jessica was concerned, I wasn’t there.

So, I wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could and we just held on. It didn’t take long before we were both just balling into each other’s shoulders. But, eventually, her muffled tear-stained voice came through.

“Where the fuck were you?”

“It’s a really long story, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.”

Slowly she loosened her grip and we looked at each other.

“Frankie’s parents really want to see you. They think you’ve been hiding out in a depression hole somewhere.”

I instantly knew she’d been covering for me and I sniffed loudly, because she was my bestie and I could.

“I love you so much. So, so very much. And I do actually have a lot to tell you.”

She looked at me again searching my face, as if to say, ‘now is not the time for gossip’ but I think she understood that wasn’t what I meant.

“You need to at least called his parents. At least tell them that you know and say sorry and stuff.”

I nodded and let out a long breath then reached for my phone. As it rang, I let myself forget what I knew, and breathed in that Frankie was dead, and that he was never coming back, no matter what. And then burst into tears all over again as soon as I heard his mom’s voice.

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