THE ONLY EXCEPTION. . .
A witch forced over the Atlantic to a small town called Forks. There she is faced with vampires, shapeshifters, high school drama, a clumsy human girl, and an incessant hotheaded shapeshifter that is somehow continuously pop...
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FORKS WASHINGTON was approximately 4,000 miles from London. Which meant Celeste was thousands of miles away from the only place and people she's ever known. Granted, her actions were the reasons why she ended up in a very unideal situation. But hey! Was sending her to go live with her distant father the right idea? To her, absolutely not. It's been five years since she's been in the same space as her father, let alone talked to him. Celeste was bitter. And very obviously showed it. The witch turned her body away from him, her knees practically pressed up against the car door. She had her arms folded over her chest and loudly popped her spearmint-flavored gum.
Her eyes stayed trained at the window, watching the unfamiliar sights. Oscar continuously glanced at Celeste, his mouth opened and closed. Any form of a sentence dissolving when it reached the tip of his tongue. He lets out an exasperated sigh as he swipes a hand down his face. There was a click of a button and the sounds of Elvis Presley flowed throughout the car. Oscar furrows his eyebrows, he looks at Celeste who was still in the same position.
Another click, Metallica.
Another click, Britney Spears.
He watched the radio channel button continuously get pushed down by Celeste without her even lifting a finger. Finally, the teenager settled on the sounds of Just a Girl by No Doubt. The volume knob began to turn, the sound gradually getting louder. Oscar winces, "Celeste. That's enough." Her head turns to look at him, for the first time in the two hours they've been together.
The volume didn't stop, instead it increased. The bass practically shook the car, while Oscar was unsettled by it, Celeste had the same stoic expression on her face. "Celeste! I said enough!" Oscar twists the volume button and silence replaces the music.
"Look, I know you're angry–" He begins but a humored scoff cuts him off, "Angry doesn't even begin to explain how I feel about you." Celeste snaps back.
"First, let's start off with the fact that I was forced halfway across the globe. Second, I have a dad who hasn't seen or spoken to me in years. And he can't even think of a single sentence to say to me. Third-"
He cuts her off, "You were forced halfway across the globe because you almost killed someone! Remember that?! Those boys whose brains were almost fried?"
Well, that was a slap to the face.
Celeste shifts nervously, unable to hide the guilt that trickled its way onto her face. She was already ashamed of herself and the feelings of shame weighed heavier from the words spoken by Oscar. His tone of disappointment and mild disgust affected her more than she realized. A flash of anger swept through her body at that thought. In her opinion, he didn't deserve to have any sort of effect on her. He's been gone. He barely raised her. He shouldn't be able to have this hold over her. To Celeste, it wasn't fair.
"Of course, I remember! You don't have to remind me." She exclaims, sitting up forward from her chair.
"So quit acting like a child, Celeste. You're almost eighteen! You should know by now that your consequences have actions," He countered as he turned his gaze toward her. Oscar was met with a cold glare that could certainly make even the toughest cower.
