Mystery Wolf

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve:

 

 *Three days later*

 

“MOM! Have you seen my high-heels?!”

 I frantically ran to my closet and threw my remaining shoes over my shoulder, searching for the one pair I needed.

 “Ow!”

 My dad walked it, holding my black high-heels and another red flat that hit him. I laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of my neck.

 “Hi daddy…” I said nervously.

 He smirked and sat on my bed, setting my heels beside him. I rushed over and sat beside him, pulling them onto my feet quickly. My dad rested a hand on my shoulder and gave me a look that said ‘slow down’. I slowed down and we sat in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say.

 “You know, it feels like just yesterday you came home blushing and babbling about that Payton boy in Eighth Grade. What did you call him again? Super mega-dreamy?” he chuckled.

 I smacked his arm and blushed. I can’t believe he even remembers that! God, how embarrassing. He laughed and draped an arm around me, kissing my forehead.

 “I’m just teasing, darling. It’s just so odd. You used to gush to your mother about wanting a date with him and wanting to marry him and what not, and now you really are going on a date with him. And he may even be your mate!”

 “I know. It’s weird for me too, daddy.” I whispered.

 “Well, just know that even if things don’t work out between you two…you’ll always bounce back. I know you will. And he’d be the luckiest man on the Earth to have you as a mate.”

 I felt my eyes tearing up at his little speech. He kissed my forehead and left the room without another word, leaving me there in silence. I wiped my tears just as I heard the doorbell ring.

 He’s here!

 I kicked it into gear and finished getting ready as quickly as possible. I overlooked myself in the mirror and smiled. I was wearing a black lace dress with a blood red underskirt. My hair cascaded down my shoulder in light waves and my make-up consisted of a thin line of eyeliner and a swipe of mascara. I looked freaking awesome! I rushed down the stairs and when I saw Payton, it was like the air left my lungs. He was standing at the foot of the staircase, holding a bouquet of white roses.

 It’s all so cliché, but I honestly couldn’t find myself caring at the moment. When he saw me his eyes widened and he smiled brightly, taking me hand as he looked me up and down. I blushed self-consciously and took the roses from him softly, bringing them to my nose.

 “They’re beautiful.” I whispered.

 “You’re beautiful.” He said softly.

 I looked up at him in shock and he blushed, laughing at himself.

 “T-That wasn’t supposed to be said out loud…”

 “Awe!”

 I turned to see my mother, taking pictures of us both. I rolled my eyes and pushed her camera away, handing her the roses to put in water.

 “See ya!” I called, pulling us out of the door.

 I heard my mom calling for more pictures and my father yelling my curfew out to me, but I couldn’t care less. We both laughed as we climbed into his car and drove off. God, my family was insane!