This is a story that I am writing for a friend, but I'm posting it here, too, so others can (maybe) enjoy it as well. Anyway, to get some things clear, Edward and Bella got married, but Bella did NOT get pregnant so Renesmee does NOT exist. This is what could have happened. It's like the last half of Breaking Dawn didn't happen. Is that confusing maybe? Hm. I hope not...

Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters.

Prologue

If anyone from the pack was going to imprint on a vampire, I would have bet on Seth. Seth was the only one who truly seemed to like the entire Cullen family. The rest of us only dealt with the Cullens because we had to. I mean, sure Carlisle was nice enough, but still they were bloodsuckers, leeches.

I was the one who was in love with Bella, a mostly normal human. I say mostly normal because she was in love with Edward Cullen, aka Vampire Boy. How can you be in love with someone who wants to drink your blood? Ugh.

Anyway, like I was saying, Seth should have been the one to imprint on a vampire. Not me.

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Chapter 1

"Jake, wake up! You're going to be late!"

I was already awake staring up at my ceiling and trying not to think of a certain someone but failing miserably.

Bella, the new Mrs. Cullen. Edward and Bella the newlyweds. Bella, the soon-to-be vampire. It made me sick even to think about it, and yet I couldn't not think about it.

They had been home for the summer. I avoided Bella like the plague. I knew that if I even saw her once, I wouldn't be able to keep up my charade, pretending that I was okay. Not to mention Vampire Boy would be hanging around gloating as he heard my misery.

Now, they were back at Dartmouth for the start of the fall semester. Bella had decided to delay becoming a vampire for a few semesters, but I knew she wouldn't put it off forever.

Well, I didn't care either way. Bella was an adult. She could do what she wanted. At least that's what I tried to convince myself with.

"Jake!" Billy roared from the kitchen.

I pushed myself up out of bed. The last thing I needed was for him to get stuck in the hallway with his wheelchair again. I pulled on a relatively clean shirt.

"Jake, I mean it. You'd better not be late for your first day."

"I'm coming," I growled.

Lately, my dad had been up my ass. He said that he wasn't going to let me mope around anymore. What the hell did he know?

On my way out the door, Billy said, "Don't forget your bag."

I rolled my eyes, but grabbed my backpack off the floor and slung it over my shoulder. It was fully stocked with my books, notebooks, pens, and god knows what else, and my schedule was pinned to the front so I wouldn't forget it. My sister Rachael had packed it for me before she left for school a couple days ago. I felt like a kindergartener, having someone pack my bag for me. What was next? A sack lunch with an "I love you" note in it?

I dumped my bag onto the passenger seat of my Volkswagen Rabbit. College was supposed to be the best time of your life. I hadn't even gone one day and I hated it already.