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“What?” I ask, failing to hide my frustration. Jake merely raises a brow at me.“What?” he asks as his eyes bore into mine. I open my mouth to talk but snap it close again. I take a breath, thinking of what it is that is truly bothering me. Ah, the girl. “How do you know the girl from the other school’s cheerleading squad? I remember seeing her at the party,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. Jake has a skewed smile and he chuckles softly.“She goes way back. She was my friend in middle school. They moved here recently.” I bob my head along, suddenly feeling very silly for being jealous.What is wrong with me? I swear it is this world. I am becoming one with the Wattpad world.“Ah, that is nice. Well . . . “ I trail off, trying to think of something to say, but my head hurts too much. “Thanks for the lift and good night. You had a fantastic night,” I say with a warm smile, turning to the front door. Jake pulls me back again.“You remember her from the party?” Jake asks, his hand’s
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I watch as Cora falls dramatically to the floor, out of breath. I let out a breathy laugh, sitting down next to her. “Why is volleyball so much worse than cheerleading? I thought I was in good shape, but this- “ she stops talking to take a deep breath, “is so much worse. I think I’m having a heart attack.” She lets her head rest on the cold gym floor. I see her chest heaving up and down. I chuckle at her reaction while I shake my head. “Cheer is nothing compared to this. I hate suicides,” I say, resting my hands behind me to support me. Cora huffs in agreement. I look around the gym and see the floor decorated with girls. Everyone is trying to catch their breath. This coach is one of the most brutal coaches I have ever had. Most coaches focus less on fitness and more on skills, but this one is trying to kill us. Is she a werewolf? That would explain her inability to realize we are merely human. “How am I going to get up?” Cora asks as she tries to lift herself from the floor. Sh
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I turn my head in the direction of the voice with a smile. Jake comes jogging to me and I notice the layer of sweat on his forehead. Was he still training? “Hey,” I say when Jake reaches me. He flashes me a smile as he comes to a stop. He is slightly out of breath. “Were you still training? I thought you went home.” Jake chuckles, shaking his head. “I have to work on my distance running. Plus, I knew you needed a lift home, so I waited for you.” I tilt my head slightly, smiling at him. He is too kind. “You waited for me? Aw, thank you,” I say, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. He blushes at the action and I giggle at his red ears. It continues to be adorable. “I want to throw a few more balls. Care to be my catcher?” he asks with a shy smile. I purse my lips, pretending to think about it. Jake laughs while he shakes my head. “Sure,” I say and head back to the field. Jake falls into step next to me and I notice his gaze focusing on my face. I turn to him. He has a deep frown
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When we finally finish dinner, Bianca goes to Oliver’s room without any explanation. “Does she want dessert?” my mum asks, but Oliver shrugs.“I don’t know what has gotten into her. I’ll go check on her,” Oliver’s voice is tinted with frustration. Bianca has been rather rude tonight.“Do you want dessert?” My mother asks, turning to Jake.“Ooh, yes, please. Can I help?” My mother gives him a scolding look and he puts his hands in the air. He hurries to the couch where my dad is sitting. “Catherine, will you give me a hand please?” I walk behind my mother to the kitchen, glancing over my shoulder at Jake. He nods his head at something my dad says.“Is it just me, or was Bianca strange?” my mum asks in a quiet voice. I giggle softly as I nod.“Yes, but she is always strange,” I joke and my mother laughs.“Perhaps. You and Jake can enjoy the dessert in your room. He does not have to listen to your dad’s conspiracy theories,” my mum says with a wink. I have a wide smile as I take the two
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“Catherine?” The familiar voice cuts through the haze of confusion. I snap my head up, blinking against the light as I search the crowd.“Dad?”My father emerges from the throng of people surrounding me. I squint my eyes, attempting to see whether I am just dreaming or is it reality.“Catherine,” he says as he takes my arms and pulls me up. My legs tremble beneath me, but I manage to find my footing. I stare at him, my mind racing. What is he doing here? Is he a hunter?“What is going on?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper My father nods to the crowd, a silent command that sends most of them retreating a few paces. All but one—a short man with a massive beard—remains.“Ah, Catherine.” The bearded man steps forward, his grin wide and unsettling. “So nice to see you again. I was just about to give up on you.” He extends his hand, waiting for me to shake it. I glance at my father before slowly reaching out and clasping his hand in a limp handshake.“I’m… sorry, but I’m confused,” I
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“Catherine?” The familiar voice cuts through the haze of confusion. I snap my head up, blinking against the light as I search the crowd.“Dad?”My father emerges from the throng of people surrounding me. I squint my eyes, attempting to see whether I am just dreaming or is it reality.“Catherine,” he says as he takes my arms and pulls me up. My legs tremble beneath me, but I manage to find my footing. I stare at him, my mind racing. What is he doing here? Is he a hunter?“What is going on?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper My father nods to the crowd, a silent command that sends most of them retreating a few paces. All but one—a short man with a massive beard—remains.“Ah, Catherine.” The bearded man steps forward, his grin wide and unsettling. “So nice to see you again. I was just about to give up on you.” He extends his hand, waiting for me to shake it. I glance at my father before slowly reaching out and clasping his hand in a limp handshake.“I’m… sorry, but I’m confused,” I
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