[A/N] So here's the first chapter. I'm really confident that this story will be one that will almost never ever ever go on hold! Which is pretty awesome, considering all of my other stories aren't be updated. Anyways, enjoy!
Chasing Her - Chapter One
Hazel Smithe
I stood outside in our front yard, staring up at the house that we left about a year ago. It felt so good to be back. There were so many things that I missed about this town; the icecream shop, going on runs or bike rides with my friends, living close to so many family members and friends.
"Hazel, come help your brothers with all these boxes." My mother shouted from somewhere in the yard. I sighed and walked over to the moving van, only to be bombarded with several boxes.
"Can you guys help me a little? I can't carry eight boxes at once." I complained to Oliver and Alden. The just laughed and shook their heads. I guess I'll just have to make three trips.. I picked up the three lightest boxes and slowly made my way towards the house. Luckily, the door was already open so I wouldn't have to set down any boxes.
Climbing up the wooden steps I took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of vanilla and pine trees. Memories from my childhood flooded my brain, most of them consisting of me chasing my brothers around the house. My brain stopped on one memory in particular though.. Images of my best friends and I watching movies, making jokes and talking about our crushes flashed past my eyes.
"Hazel? Are you there?" Alden's voice called, bringing me back to reality.
"Yeah. Sorry.." I said, seeing that I was blocking his path to his room. I quickly made my way up the steps and took a left. After passing two doors, I stopped in front of the last door in this hallway, my room. I slowly opened the door and was greeted by cool vanilla scented air. Surprisingly, all of my furniture was already in the room and placed exactly where I wanted it. The first thing you saw was my bed, the mattress bare and calling out for some sheets. On the wall to the left was two doors, one leading to a bathroom and the other leading to my closet. In between the doors hanging up on the mint green wall was a giant picture frame holding a photograph of my friends and I sitting around a campfire. On the wall to the right was a bookshelf along with my dresser.
I set down my boxes, giving my arms a rest and began unpacking. I filled my dresser to the top with all of my jeans, shirts, shorts, and lingerie. I finished carrying all of the boxes up to my room, and within a few hours it looked as though I never left. My bed was now covered in light pink sheets, the shelves of my bookshelf filled up with picture frames, books, and other decorations.
I flopped down onto to my bed, extremely tired and ready for a nap. I curled up to one of my pillows and within seconds was carried off to sleep. In the distance I heard someone mumbling my name and felt something soft repeatedly hit my back.
"What do you want?" I muttered into my pillows knowing that whoever it was probably couldn't hear me.
"Get up!" This time the voice was clear and I recognized it as my brother Alden. "Dinner's ready."
Slowly, I rolled out of bed and made my way downstairs, the smell of spaghetti wafting around my nose. My stomach growled and my wolf stirred. She was dying for something to eat. I pushed through the white swinging door and stepped into the dinning room to see everyone but my father and Oliver sitting at the table. I looked at my mother, her eyes full of worry.
"Where's dad and Oliver?" I questioned, causing Alden's head to snap up from his plate.
"We were informed that a small group of roques was spotted at our southern border so the went to check it out." Alden answered before my mother had a chance to say a word. A frown appeared on my face. It was our first day back and I wouldn't get to see my father. You see when we moved away it was only my brothers and I who left because our mother said that it would be a good idea for us to take a break. Plus, since my father is the Alpha of our pack, we couldn't all just leave.
"It's nothing serious, and they should be on their way back now." My mother replied, giving me a small smile. I could tell that it was forced smile, and if dad wouldve of allowed it, she'd be with them. "Now sit and eat, I can't let you starve."
I silently ate my food and excused myself from the table before walking back upstairs. Sitting on my bed, I grabbed my laptop from the nightstand and turned it on. I set up a video call, and waited impatiently for one of my old friends to answer me. I walked around my room perfecting any mistakes when I heard a faint 'hello'. Immediately grabbing my laptop, I saw the oh-so-familiar face of my best friend Rachel.
"Hey Rachel!" I exclaimed causing her to jump a little.
"Hazel! It's been forever, what's going on?" She said with a smile.
"My brother's and I have just moved back! I told you I wasn't going to be gone forever."
"I'm glad you're back. Now I won't be alone."
"Wait, what do you mean alone? What about Lisa and Melinda?" I asked, confused. Lisa, Melinda, Rachel and I were all best friends, so how could she be alone?
"Well, we all sort of got into a fight.. and now it's just me. Lisa and Melinda hang out together still though."
"Oh. Well I guess I'll just have to change that. So tell me, has anyone got a boyfriend? Or maybe a mate?" I said sending her a wink. She laughed before shaking her head.
"Nope. We're all boyfriend and mateless. Don't you have a boyfriend?" She questioned. My heart sunk, and my happy mood disappeared. Images of the night that Evan flashed through my mind as tears swelled in my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat, letting a tear fall.
"I used to have one.. He's dead..." I said so quietly that I wasn't sure if she heard me.
"I'm so sorry! I should have asked."
"No, it's okay. You didn't know. Well, I'll see you tomorrow at school, right?"
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." She said with a smile before ending the call. I closed my computer and flopped down on my bed, tears pouring from my eyes. After about thirty minutes I felt as though I couldn't cry anymore. My face was covered it dry tears, making my skin feel tight. I changed into my pajamas and curled up underneath the covers, hoping that I would fall asleep soon, but my plans were interrupted by a knock on my door.
"It's open." I called, and watched as my brother Oliver came in. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I just came to see if you were okay."
"Why wouldn't I be okay?
"I could hear you crying from next door." I felt my cheeks heat up and kept my eyes focused on my blanket. I didn't know that my crying was that loud. "Come here." Oliver said, his arms opened wide. I instantly got up my bed and accept his hug, letting more tears flow.
"H-h s-shouldn't be.. d-dead.." I stuttered into the crook of his neck. He didn't say anything, but continued to rub my back. After about ten minutes, he informed me that it was ten o'clock and said that I should go to bed. I thanked him before laying down "Goodnight Oliver."
"Goodnight Hazel." He replied before shutting the door. Closing my eyes, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. My alarm clock screamed into my ears. I flung my arm onto my nightstand, smacking the snooze button. The beeping stopped, only to start up again about five minutes later. I went to hit the snooze button again, when my covers were ripped off.
"Come on, Hazel. You have to get up." Alden called. I groaned and reluctantly got up. I hated the fact that he was such a morning person, whereas I liked to sleep in until ten or eleven rolled around. I hopped into the shower, making sure that I was clean. I decided to blow dry my hair instead of let it air dry, then put it up in a perfect bun. For my outfit I threw on a plain gray t-shirt, some dark wash jeans and white flats. My makeup was minimal as usual, just some mascara and light pink lip gloss.
I grabbed my book bag from beside my dresser and skipped all the way downstairs, my destination being the kitchen. My stomach grumbled as I inhaled the aroma of bacon and pancakes. Entering the kitchen I saw my father cooking on the griddle.
"Morning daddy." I smiled and kissed him on the check.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty." He replied while flipping some pancakes. "How are you?"
"I'm good." I said as I grabbed a plate a filled it with food. "What's going on with the rogue group situation?"
"Well it was a group of three rogues who proved no threat to us so we are letting them join our pack." He explained. "You'll have some new classmates."
I finished up my breakfast and thanked my father before telling Alden that I was going to leave. He followed me out to my white 2009 Volkswagen Beetle and got it. I loved this car to death, even when I was younger I knew that this was the car I wanted. My brother had told me that it was extremely embarrassing to be seen in my car, but if he wanted a ride to school, he'd have to deal with it. Even though he was a junior, his birthday was later so he wouldn't turn sixteen til the second half of the school year.
We made our way to school and when we arrived we were about fifteen minutes early. As I got out of the car, I heard a few people whistle causing me to roll my eyes. Alden stood next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, telling everyone that if they wanted to talk to me they'd have to deal with him. It sort of surprised me how protective he could be over me, but at least he wasn't as protective as Oliver was.
When we reached the office, we both stepped inside to get our schedules. Sitting at the reception desk was a woman who looked to be in her thirties with short black hair, dark green eyes, and really red lips. She looked up at us and smiled.
"What can I do for you?" She questioned, her hair bobbing with each word.
"We're here for our schedules." My brother answered.
"Names?"
"Hazel and Alden Smithe."
"Okay. Hold on a minute." She said as she shuffled through her papers before pulling out two sheets. She handed them to us, telling us that we'd get our books during class. We politely thanked her before walking back out into the hall.
"Well I guess I'll see you later." I said to my brother as I looked over my schedule. For first period I had social studies, then science, then math, followed by study hall, lunch, reading and English, art and lastly gym class. I had homeroom with Mrs. Bindly.
"I'll meet you before lunch and then after eighth period." I nodded my head and made my way down the halls looking for my locker. When I finally found it I put in my combination and inhaled the air. The scent of spice and cologne filled my nose telling me that a boy was close by. As I shut my locker, I realized just how close by, for standing right behind my locker door was a tall boy with light brown hair and brown eyes.
"Can I help you?" I said slightly annoyed. I wasn't up for getting hit on by random people today, especially since I should've been happily in love with Evan at the moment.
"Why yes, yes you can. You can help me by giving me your name and your number."
"My name is Hazel, and I'm not giving you my number." I replied and watched as his jaw dropped along with his eyes widen. "Is there a problem?"
"Hazel? Wow. A few years can change a person a whole lot. It's Dylan." He said. My heart fluttered as he mentioned his name. The gears in my head began working, as I recognized him as my middle school crush that moved away when we were in eighth grade. "So what class do you have first?"
"Social studies, you?"
"Looks like I'll be walking there with you." He smiled and held his hand out. I happily took and walked off to social studies with one thought in mind.
Maybe I'll be able to get Evan off my mind after all...