A/N: Hey guys, this is my first FanFiction – hope you like it! Please review!

Chapter One

He started to tremble under my fingertips. I couldn't understand why he was getting so upset over this.

"You need to tell her! You can't keep lying to her like this!" Paul bellowed to no one in particular, exasperated.

"Paul, don't push this! You know I can't!" Jake yells back with anger in his eyes.

"She's your Imprint Jake! Don't you get it, you can tell her anything!" Paul screams, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

"What is he talking about Jake? What aren't you telling me?" I questioned as I looked up at Jake. He looked down, anger and frustration on his face.

"Sandra, get back!" Jake shouted as he pushed me back several feet. I heard a growl and ripping noise. A giant creature now stood where Jacob had just been.

Okay, maybe I should backtrack a little...

I need to tell you what happened a week ago for you to get it, I mean I'm having trouble understanding what happened – and it happened to me! Well, first off – I'm Sandra and I'm sixteen... I think that covers it. I'm nothing special, except well, I am kinda smart. Well really smart. Last week I was put up a grade, so now I'm doing grade 12 instead of 11, but it's no big deal. I don't think anyone will really notice.

Anyway, back to the story.

Last week I walked into my new English class for the first time and I handed the teacher my timetable. I wasn't really happy with my teacher, he was the school sleaze, but at least he was a good teacher.

"Hi.. Sandra is it?" He says as he looks at my timetable "Welcome to the class. My name is Mr. Thomas. Right now we are studying Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, I'm sure you will cope," He smiles as he talks. He turns to the class.

"Class this is Sandra. Be nice. There is a seat over there for you" He points to a seat in the third row, right in the middle, as his hand slides down to my lower back as if to guide me there.

"Uh, thanks Sir," I say quietly and quickly make my way to the seat.

"Hi, I'm Olivia" A tall blonde girl whispers besides me as she gives a small wave. I wave back as I sit down. "You can share with me until you get your own," She smiles as her desk slides towards mine and she holds out the play book so I can read along with the class.

"Okay class, now before we continue reading I just want to hear your opinions on the characters. Let's start with Romeo," Mr Thomas says to the class.

"He's sooooo romantic!" One of the girls at the back drools. I cough to hide my laugh.

"Sandra? What do you think?" Mr. Thomas asks. Dammit, I wish I hadn't laughed. I really didn't want to bring attention to myself this early on. Especially as I had already read the play. Hey – It's not my fault; blame my mother and her wanting me to be 'educated'.

"Uh, well. To be honest, I don't find Romeo romantic at all." I say.

"And why is that?" He asks back.

"Well," I squirm uncomfortably as Olivia, and half the class, look at me. "At the beginning Romeo is completely in love with Rosalind, but as soon as he sees Juliet, he feels the same way about her, forgetting about Rosalind. I just think that he is in love with the idea of love itself, and not Juliet. She is just the first girl to actually respond to Romeos' affection. So, I don't think he really loves her.. He's just a fickle, hormone crazed teenage boy..." I finish off lamely. Way to go Sandra, glad you kept a low profile. All I want to do is hide my face.

"Well that is quite a different view, and well thought out. Take a leaf out of Sandra's book class, and try to think outside the stereotype of Romeo and Juliet." He winks at me as he looks over the rest of the class.

"Sir?" A tall guy with black, shaggy hair, just in front of me asks.

"Yes Jacob?" Mr. Thomas sighs.

"Well, no offence to Sandra ," He turns in his seat to look at me, "But, why couldn't Romeo just have fallen in love with Juliet when he saw her. We've all heard of love at first sight, right? So why couldn't this be the case. I mean, give the guy the benefit of the doubt." Jacob looks me in the eyes the whole time he is talking. Wow. He has these big brown eyes that you could just melt in and a body that is just, ohhhhhh. Whoa! What am I thinking? I've only just seen this guy and I'm already drooling!

"Ah, it would seem you've finally got something, somewhat intellectual to say. Well done." Mr Thomas says as he brings me back down to earth. "Okay, let's continue from where we were up to last lesson. Jacob, after your thoughts, why don't you take the role of Romeo, and Sandra you can be Juliet. Okay, action!" I groan internally. This is definitely not what I had in mind when I thought of my first English class. Why couldn't I have kept my big mouth shut?

"I didn't know you knew so much about the play already. You're going to have to help me then, I barely understand any of this!" Olivia whispers as she turns the pages. She smiles at me. I think I like Olivia, she doesn't seem to think I'm a complete nerd, or a psycho for that matter.

"Yeah, it's all my Mums fault," I mutter shyly.

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Jacob starts. He fully turns around so that he is looking at me when he talks.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." I read. Oh no. This scene was far more intimate than I wanted it to be. Especially with Jacob looking at me like this. And his unbelievable hotness. This boy is far too attractive.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" Jacob reads.

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." I return. I'm feeling just a little bit uncomfortable under his gaze.

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." Jacob is far too convincing in his plea to kiss me.

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." I say

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." Jacob asks. Yeah – far too convincing.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." I say, somewhat timidly. He starts to move towards me, as if to actually kiss me. My heart starts to beat very fast as his face comes closer and closer to my own.

"Hey sir! They aren't allowed to kiss are they?" The girl who was drooling before exclaims. Jacob suddenly stops and turns towards Mr. Thomas, who wasn't even paying attention.

"Ah no. Sorry, just uh, kiss her hand Jacob. That will suffice." Mr. Thomas looks up as he speaks. Jake takes my hand in his, rather gently, and presses his lips softly against the back of my hand.

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again." He looks up at me as he speaks, and kisses my hand again. By this time my heart is racing. I haven't even had a conversation with the guy, and I'm practically drooling over him, and his beautiful baby browns.

"You kiss by the book." I say breathlessly as he pulls away, still looking me in the eye.

The high pitched screech of the fire alarm brought us back to reality.