Unrequited love

In a quaint little coastal town of Nehalem, Oregon. The weather is a brisk 75 degrees. Vydianna Rosemari Ravenwolf 17 years old. She's 5'6 tall, raven-haired (beach waves), with bright ocean-blue eyes, Hawaiian sun-kissed skin, nose ring, a eyebrow piercing, and 7 strategically placed tattoos (dream catcher left fore arm arrow, left inner fore arm, House-crest left bicep a trinity cross below neck with my grandfathers ashes in it, one heart with birds right shoulder, and two roses on right lower leg.) wearing a black silk summer dress rings on each finger, a silver pandora bracelet, a gold bracelet, her Apple Watch two silver necklaces and a silver choker, and black leather knee-high heel boots. Following the moving convoy in my baby, a 1969 Barracuda with sleek sexy and dark black windows. The rumble of the engine alone raises heads. Music blaring Metallica's Enter Sandman. We round the millionth curve (more like the seventh). Missing Hawaii because I want the ocean. My dad was stationed on some small POS Army base (even though he is a master Chief in the Navy). As we are moving into a beautiful 3-story Victorian home (left to me by my mom she passed away 4 years ago) with 7 bedrooms and 6 bathrooms, a huge kitchen and a walking path to the beach and 4 garages (one for dad's truck, mom's car, one for my car and the rest for my surfing and motorcycles). I slowed up to look at the view of the ocean and the sunset. Passing houses beautiful and historical. Jaxson (Jax for short) Kenneth Keller, an 18-year-old with blonde hair and golden eyes with a hint of blue and brown, 6'4 tall, muscular built, sitting in his parents' garage tinkering with his bike. Watching the convoy of moving vans, pick up a tesla, and then he hears the purr of pure muscle as a 1969 Barracuda Black on Black, sexy and sleek. The music brings a mischievous smile (thinking Hell yeah, a new guy in town), the window rolls down and Jaxson sees her, god dam goddess. Jax stands up, Hey ma, do you know about anyone moving into Old Man, McClouds Ranch? Ginna (Jax's mother all around badass), Oh Yes, A military family. Oh could you drop off this basket please. Ma, come on, I need to get to the clubhouse, Jax please, I don't feel well. Damit fine. Grabs the basket and his Kute puts it in the saddlebag. Jax pulls up to the house on his bike. Pulling up to a beautiful Victorian-style ranch house left to Vydianna's stepmother (Sara) by her rude ass grandfather. I pull up and my dad walks over opening my door. So princess, what do you think, sweet girl? I hear the lub of a Harley-Davidson bike. I slowly stepped out of my car. The wind catches my hair. I spin to look at my dad. It will do, but it's not Hawaii, elbowing my dad giggling. Vydianna (Sara in her normal bitchy tone) enough about Hawaii. You've got a beach, knock it off.(Mumbling) Politely f**k off Sara. Seeing the bike pull up. (f**k he's fine as hell) Who's that dad? No Clue sweet girl. My dad walks up, his normal military walk. Following close behind. Excuse me my apologies. My name is Jaxson Keller. I live up the road. My mom asked me to drop off a welcome to the neighborhood basket, sir. Hey Jaxson, I'm James Ravenwolf. This is my daughter, Vydianna Ravenwolf, and this is Sara McCloud my wife. (Rolling my eyes when my father introduces Sara). Hello Mrs McCloud. Hello Vydianna. Pleased to meet all of you. I step forward. Hello Jax Darlin, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the basket. Jax eyes linger on Vydianna, a moment to, long (clearing his throat). Um yea, handing me the basket as Sara rips it out of my hands. (In her condescending tone) mmm please tell your mother, thank you. Have a good day, goodbye now. I spun around glaring at Sara, my fist doubled. Looking back at Jax, my apologies for my STEP-MOTHERS attitude. Thank you so much for the basket so you go to Neah-Kah-Nie High School. Jax Looks at me (in his deep sexy and a small hint of southern tone). Yea, I am a senior. What about you Hun? Mmhmm Yyea, stumbling over my words. Without missing a beat, Sara yells my name VYDIANNA. Now we need to unpack. I guess I better get goin. See ya tomorrow at school. Bye love. Later that evening, I went for a drive. I saw Jax pull into his house. I pull into his driveway behind him. Hey, I'm so sorry about Sara. She thinks she is above everyone. I would like to say thank you to your mom if that's OK. Ginna walks out as Jaxson, my son who is this beautiful lass (Ginna about my height, stunningly beautiful, and amazing Irish accent). Hello Miss, my name is Vydianna. I go by Vyd. Pleasure to meet you. Also, thank you for the basket, which was extremely kind of you. I'm sorry I bothered you. I was apologizing for my (rolling my eyes) stepmother's behavior. My father and I are nothing like her. Oh, sweetie, if she was too much, Jax would have dealt with it or called me. But thank you lass. I had better get going. Have a great evening, both of you. Good night Jax. I drive off back toward my house. I call my friend in Hawaii. Hey girl, OMG this place is so fn small but there is this hot ass guy named Jax. Oh, he's going to be trouble for sure mm he is yummy. Hey sista, does he look like the Howlies from the mainland? Oh, no, he is about 6'4 blonde tans muscles in all the right spots. He has a Harley, girl he walks with a swagger. He smells like leather oil and mmm dam, I will date that boy. Bye sista. I fell asleep reading a letter from my friends. The dreams were peaceful for once.