midnight hour by K S (best big ereader .TXT) 📕

Coach gave off a warm smile, it brighten my heart which was starting to fall to the darkness. Why do I get this feeling, its overwhelming, just like how Nathan took me by surprise so did Coach. What is it with werewolves?

“Jasmine, I hate to tell you the truth. You’ll want to go yell at your mom, promise me you will not,” Coach admitted, she had a little smirk of defeat. Jasmine took a step closer to the coach and grabbed her hand.

“Of course I won’t get mad at my mom, she may make a lot of mistakes but that’s all because she really wants to keep me safe. So, I have a feeling I know what you are about to ‘admit’ to us,” Jasmine said, they both looked tender, even our coach who is tough, and seeing them like this really makes me feel out of place. Jasmine and her pack, they have such a warm embrace, and all I do is take advantage of it. I wish I could be of help to them but all I do is bring a person like my father or ‘fake’ father into their home disrupting their lives. I truly have bad luck don’t I?

“You’re mother and uncle told me to get the coaching job here to watch over you and Charlotte, they said both of you girls are important to them. They don’t want anything happening to you guys,” the coach announced, I looked up and laughed off my bad luck. How can I have bad luck when I have such a good best friend and the pack by my side? Although I hope I never bring anything worse than my father into their home.

“Coach, when were you going to tell us? No wonder you are so athletic for your age, it’s because you are a werewolf, I knew you weren’t human,” I joked, Jasmine laughed, but the coach only gave a little smile. Jas didn’t notice, but I did.

“The rain let up, you girls need to get back onto the field. Just because you know now doesn’t mean anything, I will still treat you the same. Ten laps before the game tomorrow,” the Coach went on to say back to her original self, the little smile gone as if it never appeared. Heh, I guess I’m not the only one with a problem around here.

“Let’s go, SOCCER, SOCCER, SOCCER, I love soccer,” I sang with a smile and dragged jasmine out of the office and onto the field where our teammates were waiting. I look back at the coach and think if I did know my real mother, would she be like the coach, or the one in the hospitable, the one I used to think was my real mother. 

As practice finished, I settled down. Who cares who my real parents are, I have the pack. They love me, I love them, it’s kind of corny, but it’s all I have right now. Looking over at Jas, I saw the bright smile she has, and I conformed that I never want to take that away from her.

“Jas, you know what I love more than soccer,” I asked with a small smile. She shook her head, then a smile grew on her face and she ran over to me. She attacked me with a bear hug, like a bear meets Godzilla hug.  

“I LOVE YOU TOO CHAROLETTE,” she screamed into my ear without letting go.

“I was going to say food, but whatever floats your boat,” I joked, a small piece of happiness came floating back to me. Jas pushed back out of the hug and gave a pouty face. Just when I felt things going back to normal, wham! Nathan came to pick Jas and I up from practice. My life was chaotic enough when he wasn’t here as the alpha of the pack, but somehow he, although I don’t want to admit it, calms me down. It’s his presence. I mean I don’t even know him. Since I’ve meet him we have only indirectly exchanged words, just eye conversations that get weird. It would make sense if I was his mate; however, I am human for all I know. Then again I don’t know that much about myself do I?

“Nathan,” Jas murmured, she didn’t look to excited to see her alpha. My eyebrows furrowed, Jas was worried about the whole mate thing just as much as I was.

"Can you give us a moment Nathan," I asked before I tugged on Jasmine’s arm and dragged her to the lockers where Nathan couldn’t follow, or at least I hoped he wouldn’t follow. I let out a sigh and gave her a worried smile.

“To be truthful, I went to the hospitable to find my mother and talk to her,” my words flowed out of my mouth, it felt right to talk to Jasmine about this. “She admitted that she wasn’t my birth mother, and my father established this the other day.”

Jasmine slowly sat down on the bench in the locker room. Despite the open lockers full of stinky soccer shin pads and cleats, the mood in the room was very sober and clean. I followed her movement and sat next to her. She looked more bummed out then I expected. She usual pink silly self would say something along the lines of ‘oh you can be part of my family, it’ll be fine,’ or something like that.

“It’s fine, this only means that those people who hurt you don’t have a connection to you. They can’t hurt you anymore. Also, this means you are part of my family now,” she said as if reading my thought. I gave out a short breath like laugh. Jasmine will always be Jasmine.

“That’s right, so go feed me delicious food ‘family’,” I mimicked her tone and said. I don’t have to find out who my mother and father are right now. That can come later, maybe it’s because I’m scared and hurt, or maybe it’s because I have a wonderful family already waiting for me. I don’t know, and I’m not going to try and find out, yet.

Back at Jasmine’s house I settled into her disgustingly pink room. Yesterday I discussed with Mrs. Smith whether I could stay with them until I graduate. Much expected, she was delighted I thought of her before anyone else and opened her arms to welcome me. I caught my tears in a tiny choke and just smiled. Jasmine demanded I stayed in her room rather than with Sunny. But with all that pink I was seriously debating it. As a saving grace, I savaged some clothes from my house before being infected by Jasmine’s ridiculous obsession with that hideous color. In light of things I have a new family that felt like one for much longer then I can even remember. With graduation around the corner my focus shifted from my real parents, Nathan, and my lesser issues, to my education and scholarships for soccer.

All those days I avoided listening to lectures had me at a lost when the exams came around. Of course, Jasmine laughed at my faced. I blame SpongeBob and his fun adventures, but that’s just me. The weekend was here and I didn’t know what to do with myself besides study, although finals weren’t for another three months. I knew if I didn’t preoccupy myself with something, my hands would inch to find something to lead me to my real parents. Deep down no matter how many times I tell myself I don’t need to know, I find myself wondering, what type of people they are? Why am I not with them? Did they leave me on purpose? Are they alive? It was a flood of questions, none I had answers to. None that I knew anyone had an answer to. I sighed and reached out to my book bag.

“Yo, Jas, what should I study, Pre-Cal, Chem, Economics, or Pysch,” I asked although I already narrowed it down to Chemistry or Pre-Cal. They were the hardest, giving me plenty of distraction.

“NONE,” She hissed as if studying was a silver stake, “really, why study we have one test in a month and the exams in three?” The look she portrayed gave me a sense that she was mortally confused as to why I would even poke a book at this point.

“Why do Monkeys eat bananas,” I questions in a sarcastic manner. Then a thought crossed my mind.

“I’m going to go somewhere,” I told Jas in a neutral tone and swung my book bag onto my shoulder. She was obviously puzzled, but for a moment she was quiet.

“Where,” she nosily asked, as always, that was my Jasmine for you. I just gave her a light heartened smile and waved bye. I quietly paced myself down the stairs and followed my way out of the house and to the bus station. After several minutes the old tutting man pulled to the stop and let me on. My paying resulted in a tut from the man himself and once again before I could reach an empty seat he took off. I tripped into a seat which seemed to now come naturally. It, then, became my goal to make that old man wait for me to be seated before going. Pulling out my headphones I put my IPod on shuffle and a SpongeBob friend song came on. What is with my affection with that square yellow sponge? You are never too old for SpongeBob. I let myself relax as the bus glided amongst the traffic, and the songs continuously roll to my ears. Once we reached the hospital’s bus stop I got off and tutted back at the bus driver. Last time I only had my student id on me, so this time I handed the lady at the desk my driver’s license and told her I was looking for Gina Ross.

“Sorry, she was released early due to request from her husband,” the lady apologized. I raked my hand through my hair. That couldn’t be good, for my mother, or my chances on getting any information from them. Not that I care, I tried to fool myself. Well, there is only one thing I can do.

“Thank you, have a nice day,” I softly said to the lady and started walking towards the doors. Then something strange stirred