The Alpha's Angel

Chapter Two : Dad's jacked up truck

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Chapter Two : Dad's jacked up truck

All night I sat in bed and thought of every thing I could ask Jerrick realistically. Like why he entered the building last night. Or why he hung out with me for such a long period of time while I was being a complete loser. But I figured most of these questions would be lost in my brain once I see him.

My mom woke up at ten with a hangover and I made fried food to help her out. She kept looking at me oddly, probably wondering why I was so happy today.

He's just a guy . . . I shouldn't be this excited. But I am. I can't help it!

"Are you helping your father out today?" My mom asked with a perfectly waxed eyebrow raised while taking another large bite of her greasy eggs.

I nodded, "Mhm." Her hatred for my father was mostly only shown in front of Tabby and I, but it was still annoying. They could have at least pretended to get along for my sake, but I'd never say that to her in person.

"Alright." She sighed heavily.

She usually wasn't like this. If she was, it was on Sunday mornings - after her and Tabby's Fun Nights. By now I had learned to bite my tongue and hope for her to not start cursing him and talking about his dinky garage.

She finished her meal and rubbed her flat stomach. I could see the previous hatred deflating from her pearly blue eyes as she moaned in satisfaction. "Thank you, Heaven!"

I grinned cheekily at her. "What are you going to do when I leave for college?"

She pouted at me and I winked back mockingly. The woman couldn't cook to save her life. That's why I always went to my dads second. He was a decent cook. I didn’t have to eat meals from the local diner, Darlin's, or any fast food restaurant. You'd think it would be every kids dream to eat out so much, but trust me, it gets tiring.

"I'll see you later, mom." I threw her a smile over my camouflage cladded shoulder.

"See ya," she mumbled and I could hear the dishes rattling as she dropped her plate and fork in the sink.

I grabbed my heavy back pack and set on my way for The Junkiest Yard. I passed most every shop that we have in our town. My dads old garage being one of the last places you see before leaving town - well, if you come from the way I am walking.

We had the simple things; a couple of fast food restaurants, a dollar store, a little grocery store where everything was over priced, two gas stations, a salon, an auto parts store, and my dads junk yard. There was also one of each type of school; day care, elementary school, middle school, and a high school. We also had a good sized church.

Sometimes I wonder why my mom and dad decided to stick around here. When they married, why didn't they move to a bigger city where there was at least a Wal-Mart?

Small town life wasn't as nice as the stories of everyone getting along. Everyone knew everyone, sure, but that just meant everyone knew everyone’s drama. There was no privacy.

I entered the main part of the building, or the lobby, I suppose. Kayla, a frizzy red headed girl that I've known all my life, sat at the front desk, her eyes glued to the ancient computer in front of her.

"Hey," I greeted.

She looked up at me. "That bell finally broke." Her chubby fingers pointed to the golden bell. It was split into several different pieces.

"It's been here forever." I laughed.

She nodded her head in agreement.

"Do you know where my dad is?"