Senior year. What was supposed to be the best year of my life started out as a living hell. All the worst teachers, none of the good classes, and a terrible schedule to boot. As I walked into my 6th period Math class, I didn't even look around me. I simply walked to the furthest desk at the back of the class and sat down. A few minutes later, someone sat down at the desk beside me, slamming her books down with an exasperated sigh.
"Bad day?" I muttered, not caring enough to look up.
"Tell be about it." She sighed again. "Could maybe one thing go right for me?" she asked, in an accent that from what I could only assume was Spanish.
"I doubt it!" I half laughed as I looked up. My laughed got caught in my throat as I took in her face for the first time. She was stunningly beautiful, with long onyx black hair, and the biggest dark chocolate eyes. Her features were clearly Mexican, which agreed with my assumption of her accent.
She burst out laughing, obviously missing my jaw-dropping stare. "I'm Noella. Nice to meet you." Her voice was like intoxication for me.
"S-e-e-eth." I stuttered. I tried to look up to the front of the class, where our teacher had just entered, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from her. It was like nothing else was holding me here anymore. I forgot everything; my name, my age, who I was, and I realized what Sam had meant. Nothing else means anything anymore; nothing else will ever keep me here, except her.
It took everything I could to make it through that class without taking her into me, and whisking her away. I could tell that, from the corners of my eyes, she was watching me too. At the end of class, when the final bell had wrung, I grabbed her arm, and half dragged her out the door. I was in a state of panic. I had no idea what was going on, if I had imprinted or not, and what I was supposed to do about it. I pretty much ran through the hallways with her on my arm until I reached Colin in the hallway. He had actually imprinted last week, shortly after my sister. I was the only one remaining, and everyone else knew that it was just a matter of time.
Colin took one look at me, grasping a completely shocked Noella, and stuffed his books back into his locker. "I'll call Sam, let's go!"
He took off down the hallway, and after a tenth of a second, I shot after him, Noella in tow. "Uh, Seth? What's going on?" she stuttered, her eyes darting between Colin and I.
"I promise I'll explain in a bit. We just need to get to Sam!" I turned to her, looking directly into her deep, dark eyes.
"Who's Sam?" she muttered to herself, before turning to smile at me. Thank God she decided to trust the crazy seventeen year old who just yanked her into the backseat of a car. Colin hit the gas and we screeched out of the parking lot. Little did she know, she was headed for the biggest confrontation of her life. Her future now set in stone, destined to be with the lanky young werewolf for eternity. And as crazy as it seemed, I realized that, just by seeing her beautiful face once, I loved her, and was ready. The way she returned my stare told me that, even though she had no idea what was going on, she was ready too. So much for slowly falling in love,
I was just tripped.
And Noella was there to catch me.