Infinity Night #Wattys2015

Chapter 1

A/N

To all of those that read Weird Things and voted: thank you so much for your support. You're amazing and awesome. I know that I say that a lot, but its the pure truth.

Hope you enjoy this book.

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Happy reading! :)

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Gabriela's POV

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

I groan and hide myself under my pillow trying to shield my ears and get away from the HORRIFIC noise. I was dreaming that I was in Mac Donald's with Taylor Lautner as Jacob from Twilight and he was about to kiss me! I mean, why does every time that I'm having a good dream, something or someone always interrupts me when the best part is about to come?! I freaking hate that!

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

My alarm keeps going and I finally give up. I sit up and slam the off button and finally get rid of the noise. I swear that those things are made to torture people instead of helping us. I'm seriously considering grabbing that torture device, throw it hard against a wall, smash it with a hammer, burn it and finally give it to Steven to blow it up.

Steven is my neighbor and he's a nerd, like a Star Wars nerd and he's my best friend. I know that its one of the classics and one of the most successful movies ever, but c'mon! No matter how much you furrow your eyebrows or how cool the position you're standing in is, the flashlight won't magically levitate towards your hand. I've known him for five years and I'm still trying to get it through that thick head of his, but I still love him though. He's like the brother I never had.

Today is May 29th, that means that I have seven months left until the Infinity Night. The Infinity Night is this event that's celebrated every year where every single person between the ages of 18 and 39 go to this mansion to "socialize". After that, is very rare that any of those persons return, unless they come back with someone. I think that its some kind of dating program...

Dad and I live in this community very deep in the woods that could easily be mistake as a small town since we have everything in here like a police station, cinema, a mall and so on. We're descendants of native americans, that's why we're living in this secluded community instead of in a regular neighborhood. At least I got him to let me attend to a regular school where there's a variety of different cultures.

I glances at the alarm clock and it read 6:43am and I have to be at my work at 8:30am. If you were wondering, I work as a secretary for the Wolf Company. They own most of the filming sets in LA and I work in the set A2 which is one of the most rented. My dad was skeptical at first since its so far away from home, but he relaxed a little when he found out that my cousin Frank worked there as well, but as a security guard.

"Ow!!!" I cried in pain as my right feet bumped against the corner of my bedsidetable. I started jumping like a fool on my left leg while picking out my clothes.

"Pink, pink, pink, pink...oh there it is!" I muttered looking for my light pink bra. It's my first day and my first job, so I can't be late. I hurried to my bathroom with my clothes in hand and took a shower. Once I was fully clothed, I decided to fix my hair into a bun since today was very hot. I'm wearing a light pink button up shirt, black skirt that reaches above my knees and goes all the way up to my waist hugging my curvy figure. Instead of higheels, I'm wearing black flat pumps that have a little pink bow at the top matching my attire. I chose to wear black simple earrings, my six silver rings and my watch. I like rings okay? Don't judge me. Everybody has weird likings. Okay? Now that sounded stupid...

"Dad! I made coffee!" I announced from the kitchen while sipping on my homamade frapuccino. Starbucks is too expensive, so I learned how to make a few types of coffees thanks to YouTube.

"Okay!" He replied and then I heard the sound of a door being closed shut. I guess that he's showering now...

After I drank my frapuccino, I brushed my teeth, sprayed a little bit of Splash from Victoria Secret, putted on deodorant and did my makeup which consisted on a thin layer of eyeliner, mascara and cherry lip balm. Just as I was opening the door, my dad called out for me.

"Gaby!"

"Yeah?" I asked him confused and he pulled me for a bone crashing hug.

"Daddy. Can't. Breathe." I managed to say. I literally couldn't breathe. This man is way too strong. Finally he let me go, but kept me in place at arms length.

"Sorry baby. I just want you to be careful. I already spoke with Frank and he's going to keep an eye on you. If anything happens, you call him and me and we'll take care of it. Understood?"

"Yeah....I have to go now dad or I'll be late." I mumbled and he sighed.

"Okay. Go now before I lock you in your room." He told me and I giggled. He's so overprotective, but I don't blame him. I'm all he has apart from my uncles and cousins which are all males. You see, I was born dead. My mother didn't took it well and asked for everybody to leave her alone with me in the hospital room. Two hours later I was alive and she was dead. The doctors said that she suffered a heart attack due to the grief and stress. Dad doesn't talk about it, so I had to ask my birth doctor. I don't even know how she looks since dad burned all her pictures and belongings.

I hurried to my black 2010 Camaro and drove off. No, I'm not a spoiled daddy's rich girl. I bought this car myself at a pawn shop for $1,075. At first it was just junk metal, but the engine was intact so with the help of my dad, uncles and cousins, we fixed it-well, they fixed it. They barely let me help since one day I was cleaning a few of the pieces that go around the engine at the garage. The engine was hanging above my head and with the blow of the wind the chain broke and it almost killed me if it weren't for uncle Brad that tackled me out of the way. At least I got to help paint it...

It took me 45 minutes, but I finally made it. I'm now sitting on my desk taking calls, fixing appointments and passing files to the computer. Its a lot for the first day, bit I have to suck it up and do my best. After all, they pay me extremely well, around $2,500 a month.

"Um...excuse me miss?" A deep voice interrupted me from my work. I sighed and looked up at the guy with a small smile.

"Yes? In what can I help you sir?" I asked the guy with blue eyes, tan skin and short spikey dirty blonde hair.

"Will you mind telling me where room 13 is? Is the first time I've come here and I'm completely lost." He asked with a worried look. I smiled knowingly at him and stood up.

"Sure. Follow me please." I instructed him.

"Thank you madam. You just saved me from a lecture from my manager." He thanked me. Hmmm. He has a weird accent. Kind of like Irish mixed with British. For some people is hard to tell, but I watch a lot of British films, so o know the difference.

"Manager? Are you a singer?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I'm in a band, but this is our last year." He told me with a frown.

"What happened?" I dared to ask him.

"Um...one if our members quit the band to go live with his ma-girlfriend, so that led to a lot of chaos and the termination of our contract with the company."

"Oh wow! I'm so sorry."

"Its okay. Don't be. We're happy for him. He has need waitingbfor a girl like that for a long time now. I would've done the same if I were in his shoes." He gave me a reassuring smile. Once I spotted the door, I stopped.

"Good to know. I wish you, your band and him the best of luck. Hope everything goes well. Anyway, here's room 13." I point at the door at my right ride and he nods.

"Thank you. What's your name if I may ask?"

"Gabriela and you?"

"Nathaniel, but everybody calls me Nate." He replied with a wide smile.

"Okay. Nice meeting you Nate!" I told him and turned around to head back to my desk.

"You too Gaby!" He called out and I turned around and waved at him to which he waved back.

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