Chapter Twelve:

*Warning: SHORT CHAPTER. D:<

*Read Authors Note, please.


Darren’s POV

It’s been almost a week since I was bluntly rejected by my soul-mate. She doesn’t know how badly her rejection hurt, in her eyes I’m probably just some annoying pest that doesn’t want to leave her alone.  

Despite her rejection, everyday since then, I’ve asked her at least once to reconsider going on a date with me. And every single time it’s the same answer. 

But today, I feel like is going to be different. I walked down the roads with a happy bounce in my steps, a bounce I’ve been lacking all week. On the way to the café Jazz works, I occasionally wave to some of the familiar members of the pack. My father suggested that I get to know them better, even though I’ve grown up with them. It’s been actually fun getting to know the people that someday, hopefully, Jazzlin and I will lead. 

Once I walked into the quant café, my eyes immediately searched for Jazzlin. Seeing her sitting on the couch stationed to the left of the room, I grinned happily before walking over to the vacant spot beside her.

“Hello, darling!” I bellowed as I seated myself beside her. She jumped a little in surprise before frowning slightly in confusion. 

“What’s put you in such a good mood?” She questioned, cocking her head to the side.

“Oh, nothing,” I smiled. I honestly didn’t know why I was so happy, it felt almost un-natural compared to the depressed mood I’ve been in these last few days.

“Oh.” We sat in silence for at lest five minuets. Jazzlin kept sneaking me glances, her brown eyebrows knitted together in concentration. “Well?” She finally said.

“Well what?”

“Well… Aren’t you going to ask me out?” She asked, some-what sheepishly.

I thought about this for a moment. Of course I did want to ask her, but what if she started seeing me as desperate? “No,” I finally replied.

She stood shocked, “No?” 

“Uh, yes?”

“Well, don’t you want to try one more time?” she asked, again, sheepishly.

“Why? You’ll just say no…” I grumbled.

“Well- Just do it.” She insisted.

I took a deep breathe before repeating the words, “Will you go on a date with me? This Friday?”

The corner of her mouth tilted up slightly, though she tried to fight it. “I don’t know…”

I growled playfully, “Jazzlin…” 

“Oh, I guess it couldn’t be that bad.” I almost swooned when she flashed me a brilliant white smile, but managed to snap myself out of it.

“Thank god!” I sighed, slumping back into the couch with a sound of happiness.

“You really wanted to go on a date with me, huh?” Jazzlin glumly said her voice almost a whisper.

I closed my eyes, “You have no idea…” I said, just as quietly.

I felt the couch shift as she got up, but still, I didn’t open my eyes. Instead, I mentally planned out our date. I had a lot of different ideas, but, somehow, none of them seemed good enough for someone as special as Jazzlin.

I could’ve thought about our date for hours, but sadly, my phone abruptly ringing cut off my line of thinking. Reluctantly, I fished my phone out of my pocket. Once I pressed answer, Blake’s excited voice filled my ears.

“I found a file for Jazzlin!” Blake shouted, excitedly. Blake always loved a challenge, he loved it even more when he over came that challenge. 

My spine stiffened, as my teeth clench in anticipation. “What did you find?”

Suddenly, he was quiet. “A police record…” He muttered.

“A police record!” I bellowed in disbelief.  “No, you’ve got it wrong!”

“You don’t even know what’s it for yet! Jesus, it could be just a ticket!”

“But its not, is it?” I questioned, already knowing.

He sighed, “No, its not. I wish it was.”

“Its bad, isn’t it?” I asked quietly. “Oh my god, she’s not a killer is she?” I was close to hysteretic with the images and possibilities floating through my mind like a non-stop movie.

“Calm the hell down, man!” He shouted through the phone. I decided to take his advice, taking a lungful of air, before releasing it slowly. 

“What’s the record for?”  I asked, calmly.

“She.. I..” He stuttered nervously. 

“Spit it out,” I chocked out between gritted teeth.


Cliff hanger. Gotta love those, right? Wrong.

Is anyone still reading this story? 

For those of you who have stuck around; Thank you.

I sincerely thank everyone who has messaged me, commented on my stories, etc, telling me to update. If you hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t have uploaded this today. I actually wasn’t planning to, until I read all the comments and stuff.

YES, I do have a CALENDER. That is why I am aware that it is in fact MAY. Which is when I said I would be updating, and I am. So chill out.

I have awful writers block, which is why this chapter sucks and is horrible and pointless.

I am starting to hate this story. Anyone else?

I’m not even going to set a goal, it sucked way to bad. I don’t expect a lot a votes, or any at all.

Alright, thanks for being patient, I really appreciate it.

Next upload is hopefully next week. :D

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