My parents’ home was only a ten-minute drive from the pack house. Aric drove the black sports car (I don’t know anything about cars, but I knew this one was fancy and FAST) and Alec sat in the passenger seat with his body completely turned in his seat so he could watch me.
When we got there, they wanted to come inside with me, but I begged them not to. I was not ready to handle my parents around them, I was SURE of that. I tip toed up the stairs grabbed my stack of books, remembering my book bag was ruined and then I noticed on my bed was a small, wrapped box. A present? No one gave me presents. I frowned and cautiously moved to open the box, cautiously tearing off the baby blue wrapping paper. It was a bookbag- new and beautiful; made of colorful leather. I gasped and searched for a note
