A/N: This is my little story about Leah imprinting. READ & REVIEW!!!

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I raced through the forrest, going way faster than necessary. But I needed to run. I needed to get away.

All because I've imprinted.

I can't concentrate on anything- anything but his face. The face of the boy I imprinted on.

I didn't want to like him, didn't want him to be the one who completes me. But my life has always sucked like that.

Well, I guess not always. I used to be happy. I used to smile and laugh. But now I was just a shell. I bitter echo of the person I used to be.

When I was little I'd always wanted my fairy tale ending. But my fairy tale ended along time ago, and it didn't end with Happily Ever After like all good ones do.

No.

Not mine.

Mine never will. Because I don't want it too. Not anymore. Not if it has to be with that guy.

I don't want to like him.

I don't want things to be this way.

I didn't grow up thinking that I would be a shrewd bitch by the young age of twenty one. In fact, I spent my early high school years thinking I would marry Sam. Have Sam's children. But it was clear now that things would never happen that way. He would be having Emily's children. She was already pregnant with the first one. And to add insult to injury; I still wasn't sure that I could even have children myself.

So then why did I imprint?

Wasn't the point of imprinting to carry on the wolf gene?

Maybe not. There was another instance in which a pack member imprinted on one that could not bare children.

Jacob. He imprinted on Nessie. Nessie couldn't have kids. Hmmm...

Others think it's just to make us happy.

But I knew that wasn't right.

Sam imprinted, which made me miserable.

Now I've imprinted, making things even worse.

I didn't understand it.

I'm not so sure I want to anymore.

I just want to get away.

I don't want to be around the one I need the most.

How messed up am I? The answer; VERY!

But thats nothing new. I've been screwed up from the day Sam first phased. And I will probably be messed up for the rest of my stupid, stretched out life.

Maybe, I just didn't deserve happiness.

Yeah, thats it. Everybodys against me.

We're all critics in this world of mosters and characters that should belong just in horror stories.

Without relizing what I was doing, I'd headed towards his house. I growled to myself, unable to control my need to see him. To make sure that he was safe.

I stayed safely in the woods next to his house. I heard yelling from inside. I was anxious to know what was going on.

"...... Mom, it's one test, its not going to ruin my final grade...." I heard him yell.

Yes you heard right, he is still in high school. Just another factor that adds to my imprint humiliation. He was almost nineteen- two years younger than me. At least I wasn't aging. I'd only met him because he was friends with Embry and he brought him to the beach to hang out with us.

He stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him. I quickly phased back to my human form as he ran into the woods.

I silently followed him as he made his way through the woods. He stopped and leaned against a tree. From where I was I could see tears glistening on the smooth skin of his cheeks. I wanted so badly to close the distanse between us. To hug him. To comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay.

My emotions were so confusing. On one hand; I craved to dislike him. On the other; I couldn't help but love him.

In my distraction, I lost my footing and tripped on a tree root. I fell to the ground, the dead leaves crackling underneath me.

He looked around him his eyes now afraid. "Who's there?" he asked.

I froze on the ground where I was, trying not to make any sound. But at the same time, I didn't want him to be afraid. I slowly got off the ground, trying to make as little noise as possible.

I walked towards him with over exaturated slowness.

"Leah?" he gasped.

"Hi," I whispered.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm always in the woods," I said mysteriously.

"How are you not freezing?" he asked, gesturing to the shorts and tanktop I had on despite the cold February weather.

"I... um... I'm hot," I blurted out, not thinking it through properly.

He chuckled, "Yes, you are," he murmured.

His compliment made me giggle despite myself. "Not so bad youreslf," I whispered.

He smiled and walked over to me. "You sure are something Leah." He winked one of his green eyes.

"I could say the same about you, Eli."

Yup. His name is Eli. I finally said it.

"Your not stocking me, are you?"

"No," I said, immediatly denfensive even though I knew he was kidding.

"Leah, I was kidding- I'm sorry," he stuttered.

"No, Eli. Don't be. I overreacted, as usual."

"Your not as bad as they all say."

"Then you don't know me," I muttered, tears forming in my eyes.

He came over to comfort me, but I unwillingly backed away from his advance. "I.. I have to go," I mumbled. He looked dissapointed but I couldn't be sure. I whirled around and sprinted away from him.

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A/N: Hope you liked it. Thanks for reading. Please review!