Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter Three)

I GET PISSED

I wake up feeling a slight headache as I open my eyes, the bright light forces me to close them immediately; I recognize the environment instantly, it’s my room. I sit up on my bed and look around. My rooms empty. I stand up, open my door and head downstairs to the sitting room, hoping I'll find my Mum. When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I hear two people talking. One voice belongs to my mum, the other belongs to someone I do not know. From where I stand I can’t help but overhear them

“She shouldn’t have made now, he’s not ready.” My Mum tells the strange man.

“You know how the oracles work, they’re unpredictable and he’s been separated from her all his life. What did you expect to happen? An email coming in to announce its time he begins his training?” The strange man asks my Mum.

“Well a heads up would’ve been nice!” Mum replies.

“What do you mean a heads up? You mean you haven't told him?" The strange man asks my mum.

"No I haven’t, what do you expect me to tell him Christian? Your father is a vampire prince and I'm a werewolf princess and you're both?" My Mum asks him but it is obvious she isn’t expecting an answer. They continue arguing but I have no idea what they're talking about, against my better judgment and because I am tired of hearing all this crap I join them.

"What the hell are you guys talking about? Who's a vampire? Who's a werewolf? And who are you?" I ask as I confront them both. My mum walks towards me and with her face, I can tell she's about to send me back to my room. 

"How much of that did you hear?" She asks me when she gets close to me. 

"All the important stuff, I guess; and who's this mum?" I ask my Mum facing the strange man who’s wearing a black jacket, skinny jeans and these cool sneakers.

"I need you to go to your room Jay." My Mum orders me.

"What?" In that moment I feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through me, anger kicks in, I feel something I've never felt before—strength, pure strength. For some reason, I feel like I can do anything so I don’t hold back. "You've never mentioned my Father before, the one time I hear about my father you want me to go to my room. What the hell mum?” I yell before leaving in anger.

For the first time in my life, I raise my voice at my Mum. I run up to my room, grab my jacket, my phone and my car key. Did I mention I have a car? Hell yeah, I have a car. I got it for my birthday this year and that was months ago. I start the car and start driving. Honestly I have no idea where I'm going, I just want to leave and go somewhere I can think straight. I have the perfect place in mind; I just need the perfect person—Taylor, I call Taylor. I might have under explained our relationship but we’re pretty close. Her phone rings and she picks up in like 5 seconds.

"Hey T" I say softly trying to be calm.

"Hey, what happened to you at school? How are you now? Do you feel better?" She throws questions at me without even waiting for answers, classic Taylor.

"I don’t know T, I heard some weird stuff and I really need someone to talk. Can you meet me at the old circus?" I ask her.

"What are you crazy?" She yells at me on the phone. "Weren’t you paying attention when Principal Wilson was talking about some wolf running around town maiming people? Yet you want me to meet you at the old circus? In the woods? By this time? Are you crazy?” She continues to rant.

“I guess I’m rebellious then” I tell her with a smirk on my face.

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” She asks.

“I just need someone to talk to, can you make it? I ask her.

“Ugh, fine; I'll meet you there. Should I call Chris?” She asks.

“No, just you” I answer.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.” She tells me.

“Thanks T, you’re the best" I hang up, step on it; increase the speed of my car and zoom off. 

T A Y L O R

I'm listening to Adele on my iPod whilst solving math, weird right? I've been doing it since I was 7. Just then my phone starts ringing; I check the caller id to see who it is only to find out its Jay calling. Oh my God! I haven't called him after what happened in school. I answer my phone with lightning speed and start throwing questions at him, trying to cover my mistake.

“Hey T” He greets him and his voice on the phone is unusually scary.

"Hey, what happened to you at school? How are you now? Do you feel better?" I ask him.

"I don’t know T, I heard some weird stuff and I really need someone to talk. Can you meet me at the old circus?"  He asks.

"What are you crazy?" I ask him, shocked. "What are you crazy?" I yell at him. "Weren’t you paying attention when Principal Wilson was talking about some wolf running around town maiming people? Yet you want me to meet you at the old circus? In the woods? By this time? Are you crazy?” For some weird reason I continue to rant, lord I hope he doesn’t notice.

"I guess I'm rebellious then" He tells me and I can sense there’s a smirk on his face, I can’t help but smile

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” I ask.

“I just need someone to talk to, can you make it?” He asks me.

“Ugh, fine; I'll meet you there. Should I call Chris?” I ask him.

“No, just you” He replies.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.” I tell him.

“Thanks T, you’re the best" He gives me a compliment which for some reason makes my face red as hell. I stand up from my bed, change my clothes and head downstairs to check my Dad. He’s not there, I go to his room to check him and luckily; he's there, sleeping. I go back downstairs trying not to make any noise. I get down the stairs and head for the door. I'm surprised my dad hasn’t lock up yet, well; good for me. I open the door slowly—it makes a loud squeak. I pause for a minute to ensure I haven’t been caught. After a few seconds of waiting, I go outside and as I step out I feel the fresh air on my face. I close the door silently behind me as I walk towards the garage. I get there only to meet the garage door locked, I curse silently knowing I have to go back inside to get the garage key without getting caught. I go back inside the house to get the key, I return in record time to open the garage door without getting caught—that’s one hell of a record. I open the garage door, go inside to pull my bicycle out. I try to roll it outside but it doesn’t move. I check the front and back tires only to realize they’re both flat. I groan because I didn’t want to take the car, I check my phone for calls or texts and find none; I text Jay.

"I’m going to be late”. I type and send. I get in my car and drive off.