Dreaming of A Mate

Chapter 8: Jennifer

Luke's POV

We were driving in silence until Sophie's phone rang.

It was...Ne-Yo? I grabbed her phone from the cup holder and looked at the caller ID. It was someone named Jenn. Who's that?

"Soph, someone named Jenn is calling. Should I answer it?"

"Yep," she said.

I answered the call and heard some girl yelling. I assume it was Jenn.

"HEY SOPH! WE GOT TIRED OF WAITING FOR YO--," someone in the background cuts Jenn off and says, "you mean YOU got tired of waiting for her."

"Yeah, yeah whatever! Anyway we're here at the pack house. Hey Mason! Stop messing around! We aren't supposed to--," some crashing sounds cut her off again.

Then the phone starts to beep. She hanged up...

"Soph, your friend Jenn--," I stop when she gives me the hand.

"No need to say anything. That girl shouts loud enough for the whole world to hear," she grumbles.

I chuckle and we continue the silent driving.

Sophie's POV

Seven minutes later we arrived at the pack house. I rushed to the backyard. If I knew one thing about finding where Jenn could be, it would be her outside; usually the backyard. She just loved backyards for some odd reason.

I heard footsteps which let me know Luke was following me.

"Hey Jenn!" I said.

She turned around and shouted, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPH!!!"

"Thanks!" I said as I hugged her.

While I hugged her she whispered into my ear to look for Mason inside the pack house, alone. I gave her a questioning look and she gave me a little push towards the door.

I quickly turned around and introduced them, "Luke meet my best friend Jenifer, Jenn meet my childhood friend Luke."

Then I ran inside. The birthmark on my back was tingling. As I went inside I heard the piano.

I followed it, wondering who would be playing it. It sounded beautiful yet sad at the same time. The music led me to an open door with a big white piano. The person who was playing it had light brown jagged hair and a pale complexion. He had a leather jacket and just lots of black clothing on. (A/N I'm not a clothes person so I'm not really gonna go descriptive on this) His eyes were closed while he played. A tear slipped out of one eye.

I recognized the song and unconsciously started singing along. The way he played felt so touching. Hearing him play the song made my heart feel broken. I continued singing along until he finished the song and opened his eyes.

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Thanks for reading! sorry this is kind of short, I guess it's one of those filler chapters?

The song on the side was the song the guy was playing on the piano and Sophie was singing.

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