The Reincarnated (Book 2A of Wolfcreek Series)

Chapter 62

The rest of the week flew by with little to no incident, and there were no more fights with Cal or anyone for that matter, except for Charlie in the evenings.

Cross country was going well, and I earned the respect of both coaches, even though Coach Myers kept giving me flack, so in return, I started to give him some flack, which Coach Mallory liked for some reason.

It was as if she knew that I was going to get respect from him if I gave him the same energy that he gave me, and being a child of vengeance, it was easy for me to come up with stuff that gave me satisfaction through revenge even if I couldn't lay a hand on him physically.

Principal Warner kept an eye on Cal and me for the rest of the week, much to my annoyance, but I was able to keep it hidden better than I had the day I talked to Julian, Gracie, and Bryson. He was still nervous around me, and I had a feeling that he would be for a while, which I hated more than that stupid caterpillar mustache on his face.

Speaking of Gracie, I was able to go to the dance studio and meet the person there.

She was nice, to say the least, much more lenient than my old dance teacher, and her studio was a competitor to that one, but that was only if my old dance studio entered competitions this far out, which wasn't as often.

The dance teacher didn't care that I used to dance for the old studio, knowing full well that I only did competitions sometimes and was just there to take classes, which was something I would do at this new studio too.

The same thing went with the gymnastics place as well because I wasn't there to compete either, even though I trained at the gym three days a week sometimes for one to two hours if the coaches would let me before I made my way to the bunker to fight and learn about the world I used to know.

And as I had suspected, Sergio broke the following night without doing anything to me, much to my amusement.

I asked him about him being mad at me and wanting revenge, but he blew me off and said something along the lines of not wanting to anger a daughter of vengeance, whatever that meant.

I would have asked him what he meant if it weren't for Charlie coming at that exact moment to take me home after he finished a meeting with Commander, and I knew that Sergio had contacted him so that he would be able to save his ass from not spilling the beans.

And I wasn't able to ask him yesterday because he wasn't there for some reason, and I made a mental note to ask him the following day, which was Saturday.

"Where do you think you are going?" someone asked from my door, and I looked up from where I was packing a bag of snacks because I wanted to spend the day at the bunker and watch others train and train more myself.

I looked at my mother with wide eyes, not knowing how she would respond. "I was going to spend the rest of the day at the gym," I said, "and bug the shit out of Sergio."

My mother scowled and folded her arms across her chest. Sadness and pain filled her eyes, and I hated that she was upset and didn't know why. "You leave that poor man alone, Cassiday Anne," she scolded. "Whatever he is not telling you is none of your business."

I pouted. "But, Mo-om," I said with a small groan in my voice. "It is my business because I know that it deals with me."

"No," she said and raised her hand when I opened my mouth to complain. "I don't care if it deals with a king. If he does not want to tell you what he means, then you shouldn't have to push him to say anything."

"Bu-"

"I said no, and if I hear that you have asked him, then you will be grounded." She scowled and narrowed her eyes at me, but there was this sadness, almost pleading, as if she knew what he meant but didn't want me to find out, not yet at least.

She didn't want to lose her baby girl.

I smiled sadly and dipped my head closer to my chest while I walked over to her, my bag forgotten. My heart grew warm and filled with sadness because I knew why she was afraid, why she was scared of me finding out about a past that I was slowly starting to remember.

She was scared that I would find out who I was and forget about her.

I pulled her into a hug, and she grew stiff before she relaxed and hugged me back. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Mom," I said, my voice barely above a whisper while I pressed a kiss on her head. "I couldn't have asked for a better mother than the one that I got in you."

My mom squeezed tightly and made this noise that sounded like a sob. "I love you too, my baby girl," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't have asked for a better daughter than you." Her voice quivered, and I groaned teasingly while I rolled my eyes.

"Mo-om," I complained. "Please don't start crying because you will make me cry."

My mother chuckled and patted my side. "I am sorry then, Cass," she said before she cleared her throat and squeezed me a little. "I do not mean to make you cry."

"I know," I said and cleared my throat while I licked my lips. I pulled away and rubbed my eyes so that there wouldn't be any tears. "Now, where are you wanting to go?" I asked, changing the subject. "Or did you come up with a plan?"

"Oh, I did," she said. "We are going to the mall and seeing if we can't get you some new clothes." She patted my cheek, and I rolled my eyes and scowled. "We need to see if we can't find a boyfriend for you for at least half of your school year. You shouldn't miss that."

My cheeks turned red, and I looked away from her. "Mom!" I exclaimed, and my cheeks turned a darker shade of red. "I don't need a boyfriend. I am happy the way that I am right now, which is being a single pringle."

"Uh huh," she said, disbelievingly. "That's what she said before she found someone or two. Watch it my lovely daughter, you will find someone that captures your heart just as much as your father had captured mine." She cleared her throat and grew serious. "Now, finish getting ready for the warehouse. We can drop you off before I come home with your new stuff."

"And how are you going to get home?" I asked and raised an eyebrow.

"I will drive," she replied, "and make your dad mad at me because I messed with his mirrors and stuff. I am not driving your car, so that is a big no no."

"But there is nothing wrong with my car," I complained while I pouted, and she grinned amused. "I just like to walk everywhere, and then you suggest having family time, so we do that by driving in Dad's car."

"I will not drive a stick shift," she said. "That is what is wrong with your car." She smiled and patted my cheek. "Now, go get ready so that we can leave. I will meet you at the car." She patted my cheek one last time before she left, leaving me stunned.

"And who is driving to the mall?" I asked, finally.

"You," she called back, not turning away from me. "You will be driving to the mall and then to the warehouse. I will drive home."

"I won't be going five miles an hour," I warned before she snorted.

"As long as you drive under the speed limit, then I don't care."

"Famous last words, Mom," I said and shook my head. "Famous last words."