The Art of Mending Memories

The Art of Mending Memories 33

The Art of Mending Memories

Chapter 33

"So," Aaron asked as he sat down behind be in biology class, "just to get things straight: you were saying yes to the date and not yes to the essay, right?"

I surprised a smile, trying to imagine him writing that ridiculous essay. Paul was talking to the teacher and Maybelle had yet to show.

"What do you think?" I asked, a bit of sarcasm sneaking in around the edges of my voice.

Aaron bit his lip and stared at me with a scrutinizing expression. "i think," he stated slowly, "I'll pick you up at 7?"

I was about to respond when Paul sat down beside me, complaints tumbling from his mouth. "This question is so messed up. How are we suppose to know this? We were never taught anything about it!"

I smiled apologetically at Aaron and turned my attention to my partner, looking at the question.

"Freshmen year, physical science," I said. "That's when."

"Did anyone beside you remember it?" He grumbled, a frown forming on his face.

I laughed. "I bet the teacher did."

"Your light humor and wit are unappreciated," he grumbled. "Especially since it brought down all out test scores." Paul showed me his test grade: 42%.

My jaw dropped. "How did you..." My voice trailed off and a heard the teacher call my name.

I walked up and retrieved the test, relief flooding me. I passed; even better, I passed with a good grade. As I walked back to my desk, Aaron's name was called.

"So yes?" He asked me as he walked by.

"Yes," I responded. His smile was a charm.

When class ended Paul ran off to soccer practice and Maybelle, uncharacteristically of her, stormed out of the room, avoiding Aaron. A small flame of satisfaction burned in me that she had given up on him.

Aaron and I walked out of the school together, out arms brushing occasionally.

"So," Aaron said, clearing his throat with a cough, his shoulders hunched forward. "I was actually hoping you would come over for dinner of Friday, and meet my parents. It's kind of," he lowered his voice, "a wolf thing."

"Do they need to approve of me, or something?"

"No," he said too quickly. "No. But it's a bit deal to Find, and they really want to meet you, and," his voice became quieter and more mumbled, "my dad ordered me to introduce you."

I inhaled sharply. "By family you mean..."

"Just my immediate family," he clarified. The pack was often considered a family. In many cases, the pack was made up of a few large families. In more modern times, however, due to the increased rate of moving, pack members changed packs more often, so the family-pack style pack had become less common.

I exhaled, calming myself. I was a little afraid to meet his family. Not because I thought they were going to disapprove of me or judge me, but because I didn't want to be fully exposed. My mind kept thinking back to what Aaron had told me about his family's sensory skills. I had no idea what his father's power was, but I knew his mother—and his siblings—could all sense 'relationships,' as he called it. I didn't want them knowing how I felt before I did.

"You don't have to," Aaron added after my hesitancy.

"No," I said. "No, it's fine. I'll have dinner with your family."