The Art of Mending Memories

The Art of Mending Memories 29

The Art of Mending Memories

Chapter 29

Recap:

Aaron found out Kaelyn worked with witches and convinced Kaelyn to go on a date with him, where he would answer any questions she had. Kaelyn found out he was the Second in Line for Alpha.

Aaron didn't bring up the date for the rest of the week, and neither did I. Sometimes I thought he forgot about it, but then I would catch him staring at me, a faint smile accompanied by an odd glint in his eyes. He acted not different, with the exception of a heavy frown every time I mentioned work.

I observed the other werewolves in Aaron's presence, seeing how they would react to the second in line for Alpha. Kyle and Jeff acted as regular best friends would. Cassy never looked him in the eye, but she didn't often look into any of the wolves' eyes. Sarella and Chris bowed the slightest nods-so discreet that had I not been looking for it, I wouldn't have seen it-before addressing Aaron. The whole idea of him being Second still made me unnerved.

He approached me after school on Friday, while I was on my way to my car, eager to be home and enjoying the weekend.

"Tomorrow at nine-thirty," he said, catching me by surprise with his non-secular statement.

"What?"

"That's when I'm picking you up."

"Picking me up for what?" I asked, still not grasping what he meant.

"For our date." Aaron's brows knitted together. "You didn't forget, did you?"

I sighed. "No, I didn't forget." Then what he said clicked. "Nine-thirty? Isn't that a little late?" I had a curfew of 11, and I had a feeling Aaron had more to tell me than two and a half hours worth.

Aaron looked at me oddly, as if not comprehending. "Nine-thirty in the morning," he told me slowly.

"What?" I shrieked. "I am not getting up that early!"

Aaron flinched at my tone, and brought a finger to his ear, rubbing it. "That was loud," he muttered. "And, what's the matter with nine-thirty? You wake up at six-forty-five every day for school."

"Nine-thirty is too early. I sleep until noon on weekends."

Aaron frowned. "Ten thirty?"

"No," I replied, drawing out the sound. "Still too early."

Aaron sighed and flashed his eyes to the sky. "Alright, I'll pick you up at ten-forty-five, but that's the latest. Otherwise we may not make it."

"Make it where?" I pondered out loud.

Aaron flashed a charming smile, and for a split second, my breath was caught. ""It's a surprise."

"I hate surprises," I told him truthfully.

He continued grinning. "You'll like this one."

"I'll probably-maybe-like it more if you tell me."

Aaron laughed. "Nope. But I promise you'll like it," He said in a sure voice. I wasn't convinced.

I scowled. "Why can't you just tell me?"

"Where would the fun be in that?" He countered, managing to keep the grin sprouted on his face.

I rolled my eyes in defeat. "Fine, tell me tomorrow."

"You have no idea how happy you're making me," Aaron stated quietly.

I gulped, a slight rise in temperature smearing my face. "I still say I was blackmailed into this," I replied with a light, yet serious, tone.