Promises from a Forswearer. The Hemerwig Series.

Ch. 3-Fire

Guys! Guess what! I was paying attention in English class ( a rare thing for me) and she was talking about comma usage and stuff like that. Well she also told me that for every new person speaking, I have to use another paragraph!

Now I knew that my writing was different (I'm a reader by heart) but when she said that I was like DANG!!!! Hahaha! I'm not going to start doing that this chapter because I've already written two and a half pages but I'll try doing that next chapter. Just a warning so be prepared for my failing attempts! LOL!

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Parsley's POV

I walk into my, or rather, Caleb's room and grab my emergency cash. Vampires are pretty loaded so I have enough cash to last two years easily. I put on my cargos and strap my knife to my upper thigh. Just as a precaution. I leave on the oversized shirt and put on my silver sandals. I am only going to get clothes. 'It's a date,' Cleo says and I groan. I want to forget that part.

How could I kill Caleb now if he's trying to be nice to me? I don't think I would go through with the plan anyway. That would take too much bleach, oil, and matches. I grab a small purse to put my cash and an extra dagger in. When I walk out of the room, Caleb is leaning against the wall and grinning. "Ready," he asks.

I nod and am surprised that Caleb offers his arm. "Wow. A true gentleman," I say as I put my hand on his arm. Electricity flows through me and I take a step back. "W-what was that," I ask. Is he trying to scare me? "I-I don't know. I promise! Do you think it'll happen again," Caleb asks. I take a deep breath before saying, "There's only one way to find out." I rise up my right hand and Caleb does the same thing. As our fingertips touch, a comforting shock runs through me. I feel like melting into Caleb's arms. I even feel myself leaning closer to him before snapping back to reality.

Why do I feel this way? I move my hand from his before clearing my throat. "I'm ready to go," I say weakly and walk toward the door. I'm not his mate. I can't have a mate. I won't accept a mate and there's nothing he can say or do to change my mind. Right Cleo? 'Right.'

Caleb and I walk toward a black mustang and I get in the passenger's side. "That's weird. I thought you would want to drive," Caleb says. Drive? I'm too young and Caleb should be too. I scan his body and find myself licking my lips. Never mind, he's not a boy. "How old are you?" I ask before clearing my throat. "I'm sixteen. What about you?" he asks. "I'm only fifteen and I don't know how to drive," I admit. Why am I telling Caleb so much?

"I'll teach you. Just remind me," he says before pulling away from the pack. I try my hardest to resist the urge but find myself looking at Caleb from the corner of my eye. He seems relaxed and comfortable while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. The radio is more like back ground music and the wind from the rolled down windows is playing with Caleb's shirt. Does he know how good he looks now?

"Distraction," I hear him say before looking up into his eyes. "W-What did you say?" I ask. Caleb's eyebrows scrunch up and he gives me a concerned look. "I said I hope that you don't find the music to be a distraction. Are you alright?" he asks. I'm fine," I say quickly before forcing myself to look out of the window. I just need to be normal. I need to be cold toward him. No matter what, I can't encourage the fact that he thinks I'm his mate.

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Caleb's POV

She's my mate. I've never been surer about anything. I remain silent as she turns her gaze from me. I hope she's alright. I won't let anything happen to Parsley. I roll my eyes and realize that I'm going through the protective stage of mating. Wait, if I feel this way, Parsley should feel this way too. Why doesn't she feel this way toward me?