The Unforgettable Rejection (Book One)

Chapter Twenty Three

            I was shocked to find that my idea had truly succeeded. I turned around and leaped into Jarred's arms, embracing him tightly while grinning and laughing as he lifted me up and twirled me around. I was so joyful that I had absolutely no control over my body. I was so happy that I kissed him in front of everyone by mistake since I was so excited. I rapidly back away, my face going crimson red as I realize what I've just done.

            I look and see that everyone around me is looking with astonished looks on their faces. When I turned to face my dad, we locked eyes with each other. I flashed him a tiny smile, embarrassed at my instantaneous response towards Jarred, and he was angry, horrified, and surprised all at once. Looking downward, I guide Jarred, and the others to my former residence, the one that we left to combine our packs, making them one.

"Dad, will you come with me?"

"Okay." He says, joining us.

"Jarred, It's just up this slope."

"Huh? Yeah, alright."

            People are wary as they approach, checking with Jarred to make sure it's safe for them to be there. I move ahead and open the enormous, dark brown wooden door, which has three waves that progressively curl up higher than the others, with the longest wave not having an outline that is very dark and indented. Declaring...

"Welcome to your new residence. Also there are two rooms that are off limits."

"Which ones?"

"At the end of the corridor are my dad's and mine. Dad's door is the very last one; mine is on the left."

"Is it?" He says, walking up the stairs, down the hallway, heading towards my bedroom.

"Hey! I just... No, Jarred, come on. Stop!"

"Too late. Already on a mission."

"Please... Don't." I plead.

"Nope."

            I grab onto his leg, giving in to the last thought that crossed my mind. Looking down at me, Jarred pauses and asks,

"What are you doing?"

"Attempting to keep you away from there. For what other reason would I grab your leg? I say, with my eyes fixed on him. He's looking down at me, grinning, and says,

"Like your little ass is going to slow me down."

"I wouldn't say it's little."

"Oh yeah?" He says, smirking.

"Yeah, you would know." I chuckle when I say this. Then he lowers himself to the point where his face is only inches from mine, and Jarred reaches out to grab me. He starts to help me up, steadying me while he stands me in front of my bedroom door and says...

"Okay, yeah it definitely isn't small." He smiles, grabbing my ass. That's when I hear,

"Ahem." My dad clears his throat.

"Uh... Dad... Um... Hehe... Sorry." I stutter. distancing myself from Jarred, anxiously wondering what my father is going to say.

"Sir?"

"I need to talk to my daughter," He pauses, looking at me, then continues, "Alone."

            I can tell that he is enraged. Dad then yells out,

"Now!"

"I will but-"

"But nothing."

"Dad."

"Now Nicole!"

"But-"

"No!"

"Just I-"

"NO! NICOLE NOW!"

"Dad!"

"This is not up for debate!"

"I understand, but will you please listen to me?" Pleading with him. My dad stands there silently for a moment, then he says,

"Okay."

"Thank you. Later on, I will explain. In the meantime I want to wait till they are all settled in. However, we shall all speak about what's happening, alright."

"All?"

"Yes. You, Jarred, Jake, and I."

            We are discussing when we hear snarling and growling downstairs. Our somber conversation is cut short by the disturbance downstairs, interrupting our serious discussion. Which prompts us to dash down and investigate.

            Once there, looking, witnessing some wolves engaged in a fight with one another. One person opposing a small group, watching, while keeping an eye on, identifying, and recognizing the small group leader. It's Jake, I'd recognize him anywhere.

"Hey! Knock it off!" I yell, descending down the stairs, stepping between the rogue I know as Diablo and Jake. I then continue, "What is going on?" Looking towards Diablo.

"Noth-"

"I didn't ask you. If my memory serves me correctly, Diablo–the name I asked—is not yours. So what happened here, Diablo?"

"Nothing. I didn't do anything."

"I believe you."

"You do?" He says, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Indeed. He's a moron who never knows when to give up." I spit lackadaisical.

"Who? Me?"