All right, my first fanfic! I've had the idea for this story for a long time, so I decided I would use fanfiction to improve my writing skills. Here is the first chapter! The title will make sense later on.

Chapter One: Field Trip

Allison's POV

The first thing I did as soon as I got off the cramped bus was stretch. My muscles were aching from sitting in one place for too long. It had been a long trip from my city of Sacramento, and a lot of kids had piled into the bus for the long-awaited trip to Ashland, Oregon.

Ashland is best known for its Shakespeare Festival. There were three different theatres where Shakespearean plays are performed along with other classics and modern plays. Our high school English teacher had insisted on a trip here for her class. I had agreed to go first. I have an unhealthy love of Shakespeare. We had come for the end of the season, in early September.

My two best friends, Lily Alanson and Veronica Worthington had signed up right after me. The rest of the class had followed suit.

Now we were finally here, ready to go to four different plays during the three-day weekend. But first, we needed to check in to our hotel.

The Ashland Springs Hotel was a massive white building with bronze decorations all over it. It was about eight stories tall, towering over the other structures on the block. According to our lovely teacher, Mrs. Beaudry, the hotel had been built in 1925 and was restored a few years ago.

"Look at how gorgeous this place is!" Lily exclaimed, brushing her short brown bangs out of her pretty brown eyes. "It's so European. Isn't it, Allison?"

"It is," I replied simply. The hotel was beautiful. I just had other things on my mind.

Like where I was going to go to college. I wanted to go to USC in southern California, but my parents wanted me to go to Stanford. I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to do career-wise, but I knew USC would be the perfect school for me. My father had other ideas.

He was a politician back home. He was part of the California State Senate, and people treated him like a god for it. Voters thought he could do no wrong. I knew better. Outside of the house, he was the wonderful Allen Silverton. Inside the house, his temper was legendary. More than one servant had resigned because he beat them. Unbeknownst to my mother, I knew he did other things with the servant girls, too.

I tried to put the worries of home out of mind so I could enjoy my vacation.

I stared at the hotel as Mrs. Beaudry continued her history lesson before we checked in. It was stunning. From the looks on the rest of my classmates' faces, they could care less. But I had always been a fan of history. I believed in the saying that those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

"Look at how amazing this place is!" Lily had been talking the whole time, I realized. I instantly felt bad for not paying more attention to my friends.

"And the amazing, incredibly hot view that just walked in," Veronica continued. Veronica had long, silky black hair that fell to her waist, and dark, expressive eyes. She was more than a little boy crazy. She was a player, and never had a guy for more than a week at a time. She wasn't cruel, just restless.

"Oh, wow!" Lily whispered, her eyes going wide.

If Lily was interested, the guys they were ogling must be something to behold. Lily wasn't interested in anything outside of a book.

I turned to look as well. And I was not disappointed.

It was a small group, probably from a smaller school. Everyone there was clearly Native American, and there was a group at the back that towered over the rest. They were tall, muscular, and drop-dead gorgeous. There were seven of those boys in the group (if you could even call them boys).

One of the boys saw us staring, and elbowed his buddies to point us out. Another one turned to look at us, and my breath caught in my throat.

He was absolutely the most amazing man I had ever seen. His russet skin glowed, and his short hair stuck up every which way. He was muscular, but not disgustingly so. I couldn't see any other details. He was perfect in every way that I could see.

I turned away before he caught me staring too long.

"Oh my God, Allison, did you see that one staring at you?" Veronica whispered.

"Yes," I sighed. "He was gorgeous."

"He's still staring at you," Lily mentioned.

"Really?" I would have thought he would have lost interest within seconds. My long, golden hair might be pretty if it wasn't so curly and wavy and completely tangled. I never did anything with my hair. There was no point in trying to fix it. It would tangle again in two minutes, even worse than before. I did have pretty, emerald green eyes that my friends were jealous of, but he couldn't see those from that far away. I wasn't wearing anything special, either. Just dark-wash skinny jeans and a green tank top, with a dark brown pea coat and dark blue flats. I had a normal, hourglass-shaped body. Nothing to brag about.

"He looks like a man who has just seen the sun for the first time in his life," Lily said quietly.

"What book did you get that from?" I teased.

"A romance novel," she muttered in reply.

"He's still staring at you," Veronica repeated, excitement thick in her voice. "Why don't you go talk to him?"

"What? Now?" I asked incredulously.

"Time to check in, everyone! Make sure you're in your groups for the room assignments!" Mrs. Beaudry's voice interrupted our conversation. I welcomed the distraction.

Since the three of us were in a room together, we didn't need to move. Veronica, however, took my arm in one hand and Lily's arm in the other and dragged us to the back of the line.

"Why are we in the back?" Lily asked.

"Hello," a warm baritone voice said behind us.

"That's why," Veronica smiled.

We turned around to see the group of insanely large boys/men in line behind us. The one who had caught my attention, the one who had been staring at me, was at the front with a huge smile on his face. The smile was warm and inviting, the kind I couldn't ignore.

And I could ignore a lot.

"My name is Seth," he said, holding out his hand, obviously wanting to shake mine. He hadn't even glanced at Veronica or Lily. I did, though, and saw huge smiles on their faces as well. They told me I needed to date more earlier on the bus, but I didn't think they could act this fast.

I took his hand and shook it while I told him, "My name is Allison."

Then I noticed the heat coming from his surprisingly soft hand.

"Oh my god! Are you alright? Do you have a fever?" I asked, starting to freak out. He looked shocked when I put my hand to his forehead, which was burning up as well.

"We need to get you to a doctor!" I told him. He looked fine, though!

"I'm fine," he assured me quickly. "Me and the rest of the guys here run a little hotter than usual. It's genetic."

"Oh," I said oh-so intelligently. "Well, I'm going to go be completely embarrassed over there."

I started to walk away, but he took my hand in his again.

"Wait, don't go," he said, sounding desperate. "It happens all the time. Really! You shouldn't be embarrassed. It's really weird, I know. Please don't go."

I looked at his face, into his eyes, and there was no trace of humor in his stunning features. He looked scared, like holding onto my hand was the only thing keeping him alive. It was a little frightening.

"Alright," I said quietly. Veronica was at the counter now, getting our room keys. "Look, I have to go unpack, okay?"

"Cool. Ummm…" He started, but couldn't finish. He seemed so nervous. It was adorable. I had never had a guy become speechless around me before. It was flattering.

"You want to get dinner with me and my friends tonight?" I asked him quickly, before I could lose my nerve. "You can bring your friends, too. Our play is at eight, so there's three hours to eat."

"Of course! I'd love to. We'd love to. I –"

I cut him off. He was stumbling over his words, and it was adorable, but I didn't want to embarrass him too much. "I need to go unpack and get changed. We'll meet you here in the lobby in half an hour?"

"Definitely," he answered breathlessly.

I turned and walked away, but I couldn't hide the smile on my face.

Seth's POV

She was here. My beautiful, long-awaited imprint was here. I had been excited about this field trip for weeks. Edward and Bella talked about Shakespeare a lot, and made me want to see the plays acted out so I could understand what was going on.

It had been a long trip from La Push to Ashland, but I knew it would be worth it. I just didn't know it would be worth my life.

"Seth, what is wrong with you?" Brady asked critically. I didn't let it bother me. I had my imprint now, and she was beautiful with wild blonde hair and compassionate green eyes. She was so kind. She barely knew me, but she started freaking out about me having a fever. That wasn't something you see every day.

"Seth, you just imprinted on a girl on a field trip," Collin said sadly. "She might not even live in Washington. She could live thousands of miles away."

Thousands of miles away? That far out of my reach? Who would protect her? Who would love her? Why was I letting her go that far away?

"It'll all work out guys," Russell said. "We'll find a way to make it all work."

Russ was two years younger than me, and he always knew what to say. I had just started my senior year, Brady and Collin were juniors, and Russell was a sophomore. He was wiser than the three of us combined.

"Fine," Brady said. "Let's just go check in, and get ready for our dates. Your imprint's friend with the long black hair looks like fun."

"If we're lucky, they'll have the same schedule of plays as us," Collin told me.

"Yeah, if I'm lucky," I repeated. I had a terrible feeling I wouldn't be.

But I went up to the room I was sharing with Brady, Collin, and Russ, and got ready for the first dinner date with my perfect imprint, Allison. I dressed with care, a simple blue polo and black jeans. I didn't want to get too dressed up. We weren't going anywhere special. The person I was going with was the special one.

The rest of the pack had dressed similarly. We made our way down to the lobby to meet with the girls. We got there before them. I wasn't surprised. Both Mom and Leah took longer to get ready than they said they would need.

But when the girls walked out of the elevator, I was speechless. Allison's long, waist-length hair had been tamed into perfect, spiraled, golden curls. She had put make-up on, drawing attention to her beautiful green eyes and making them stand out. She had changed into a purple dress that hugged her curves perfectly and flowed to her knees. Metallic gold sandals that looked like they belonged on a gladiator finished her breathtaking look.

She smiled tentatively at me. I couldn't help but reach out to take her hand. She placed her small, delicate hand in mine, and I thought I was going to sing from the avalanche of joy I was feeling.

She slipped her hand into the crook of my arm, like I was escorting her to some fancy party. We started for the door leading outside.

I could hear the pack and Allison's friends talking behind me about where we were going to go, but I couldn't bring myself to pay attention. Not when I had the world's most perfect girl on my arm. My imprint.

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