A/n so, I know that every time I try to write two fanfics at once I tend to give up at the end… and yet I couldn't help it. I've been reading a lot of imprint fics and sometimes they just frustrate me, so I just couldn't help making my own. I'm sorry if I don't update often enough, and check out my other new story, Inconvenience. Thanks!

Chapter One

I can't believe this. The psycho is making me switch schools. I'm not sure why he thinks Forks High School isn't good enough for me. Maybe it's because he doesn't like that I have a lot of friends. Who knows what's going on in my father's mind?

Now I get to be the outcast at the High School in La Push, the Quileute Reservation. Thanks so much, dad. I'm pretty sure there's not one student there who doesn't live on the Rez, who isn't Quileute. Freak-dom, here I come.

I shoved a few more books in my bag and made my way to the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar, and made my way out to my old reddish Buick.

If my dad had never been normal, I'd have had no clue where to go. Back before my mother's accident, the three… no, I can't avoid the existence of the other member of our family. The four of us would go to the beach in La Push.

I sighed. Resistance was futile. I let memories of my little brother, Tommy, flood my brain. He had died in a car crash, along with my mother. My dad had been at home. I was in the passenger side of the car, the side that didn't get smooshed by a school bus. I was the one that survived.

My dad blamed me. He said I should have been practicing my driving that day, so I would've died instead of mom. He still hasn't forgiven me…

I rubbed at a spot on my temple and winced. It was still sore from when he hit me today, and I was sure it would bruise. Nice way to make an impression, a good start to my life as an outcast.

I finally pulled into the school's parking lot. I got out of my car and stood there a moment, looking up at my doom.

Seth's POV

I sat boredly in my history class, ignoring the teacher. Mrs. Mikulich had a tendency to ramble on about things totally unrelated to what we were supposed to be learning, so we all got time to just zone out.

I also ignored the sound of the door opening. I knew that everyone who was supposed to be in class was already present, so I figured this would be the new kid that I'd heard about. The one from Forks.

I didn't bother to look. The endless disappointment of tracking down any new girls who came to the school, hoping to find the one, was getting tiresome. However, once the voice spoke up, a shy introduction to the teacher, my interest was sparked. Her voice was… perfect. Musical, soft.

She told the teacher her name. Cassie Anthony.

I refused to let myself look. I kept my eyes concentrated on my pencil, trying to tune out the conversation going in front of the class. It didn't work.

I heard the teacher instruct Cassie to take the empty seat in the back row. It took me a second to realize that the empty seat in the back row was the one right next to mine.

Don't look. You'll just be disappointed. I repeated this in my head over and over again, drilling it in.

The teacher was telling her that to make up for work we had already done this term, she should just take notes on today's class.

"Oh, shoot…" The beautiful voice beside me murmured a minute later. Then the voice grew slightly louder, as if she was facing me. "I can't believe I forgot to bring a pencil. Do you have one I could borrow?"

"Uh, yeah," I muttered brilliantly, picking the pencil up off my desk and holding it out to her. I still stubbornly refused to be disappointed, but as soon as her skin touched mine, I felt a spark, and I couldn't help anymore. I looked.

And I was astonished. Sitting before me was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. She could almost pass for Quileute, with her long black hair and perfect tan. The difference was her eyes…. Deep blue, endless blue, that seemed to have silver flicking through it. I'd never seen such beautiful eyes…

My world was spinning. Everything in the room blurred, and she was all I could see. I was holding my breath. I took a deep lungful of air in through my nose, taking in her perfect scent. She smelled of vanilla, vanilla and a floral scent I couldn't recognize.

My mind was screaming. This is the one. You've finally found her.

She was giving me a weird look. I realized that I must have a really strange expression, and had been sitting there for who knows how long and not let go of the pencil. I didn't want to let it go, didn't want to lose the feel of her hand against mine.

I also didn't want to give her a freakish impression of myself. I let go of the pencil, blushing, and mumbled a sorry.

She smiled and turned, starting to scribble down notes on Mrs. Mikulich's lecture.

I watched her write. Her handwriting was beautiful, flowing, the movement of her hand and wrist entrancing. I might have sat there and watched her for the entire period, had she not glanced at me. I hurriedly moved my gaze, so I was looking around the room. No one else seemed to have noticed my strange behavior, no one except Mrs. Mikulich, that is.

"Clearwater, pay attention!" she snapped. I looked in the general direction of the front of the room, but my attention was anywhere but on the teacher. I needed to introduce myself. I had to tell someone in the pack. I had to win her over, I had to let Sam know, I had to calm down. I was starting to hyperventilate, and I immediately slowed my breathing.

What seemed like hours later, the bell rang. I folded my history notebook in half and stuck it in my pocket, then turned to Cassie, who was scrambling through her binder, looking for her schedule.

I spotted her schedule on the floor, picked it up, and handed it to her, but not before I glanced at it and held back an overjoyed "whoop!". I had all but two classes with her. She looked at me, immensely grateful, and thanked me.

"No problem," I said with a smile. "My name is Seth Clearwater."

"Cassie Anthony," She replied, smiling back. I didn't move, just stood and took her in. She wasn't anything at all like I imagined my imprint to be, but I knew she was everything I could've asked for. She was slim, and kind of short. Her hair went halfway down her back in gentle waves.

I looked into her eyes, and I felt like I could read her mind, as they showed so much emotion. She was happy, I could tell, but for what reason I couldn't tell. Did she feel the same connection I did, or was she just glad that someone was talking to her?

Her smile turned a bit awkward and she turned to leave the class. We had been standing there for about a minute, and Mrs. Mikulich was giving us weird looks. As Cassie turned, I noticed a patch of reddish skin just below her hairline, on her temple, that was turning purple. A bruise.

I walked beside her in the hallway, and gently touched the spot and asked, "What happened there?" She jerked back in surprise, and I withdrew my hand.

"Oh," She said with a shaky laugh. "Nothing, really. I was really tired this morning because I didn't get much sleep. I wasn't watching where I was going and I rammed right into my door."

There was something off about her explanation, but I let it go. I walked with her in silence, getting high off her presence.

"So, umm…" She said uncertainly. "Any particular reason you're following me?"

I blinked in surprise? "What? I'm not. I looked at your schedule; we have the next class together."

She laughed out loud. "You're taking foods?"

I shrugged. "A lot of my friends are. We like to eat." I brightened as I thought of next hour. Embry and Jake were in my second hour foods class, and I was bursting to tell them the news.

As soon as we got to class, Cassie went to talk to Mr. Pillsbury (Ironic, right? Mr. Pillsbury teaching Foods) And I went quickly over to Jake and Embry.

"Hey dude, what's up?" Jake asked. "You look like you're about to explode, and you've got this crazy grin on your face."

Embry, however, put things together. He must've seen me walking in with Cassie. He glanced at the front of the room, then back at me. "Her?" He asked simply.

I nodded enthusiastically and waited for Jake to get it. He followed Embry's glance at Cassie and I could almost see a light bulb go up over his head. "OH!" He shouted, then quieted down once he finally realized it. "You finally imprinted?" He must have took my grin as a yes, because he held up his hand and said "Congrats, man!"

I high-fived him, unable to stop smiling. I felt elated; I couldn't seem to calm myself down. I felt unbelievable, like a hole I hadn't even known existed inside me had suddenly been filled.

"Great, isn't it?" Jake said with a knowing smile, as though reading my mind.

"Like you wouldn't believe," I replied, glancing over at Cassie with a smile. Our eyes met and she smiled back, waving from where she was sitting with a few other girls. The three girls turned simultaneously, jealousy sparking in their eyes when they saw who she was waving at. They turned back to her, no doubt asking for the gossip.

He decided not to comment on the fact that he obviously would believe, since he's gone through the same thing.

"Why don't you ask her to sit with us at lunch today?" Embry suggested.

I bit my lip, unsure. I didn't want to seem too… clingy, when I had just met her. Embry rolled his eyes and shoved me forward. "Just go," He insisted. "You're soul mates, what's the worst that could happen?"

I sighed lightly and walked to her table, trying to look casual. "Hey, Cassie." I greeted.

She blushed slightly under the curious stares of the girls she was with. "Hey Seth. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing," I hoped it didn't show how hard I was trying to act cool and calm. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come sit with me and a few of my friends at lunch today?"

She blushed a bit more, and looked thoughtful. "Hmm, it depends. Are all your friends as freakishly tall as those two?" She pointed over at Jake and Embry, and they grinned at me.

"Well… yeah, pretty much," I replied with a small smile.

"Oh…" She muttered, looking reluctant. I frowned, until I noticed her fighting back a smile. She was joking.

"Please?" I said, playing along. I clasped my hands together like a begging child and made puppy dog eyes at her.

She laughed and blushed even harder. "Oh, fine, but only because you're obviously so desperate," She replied, but the shine in her eyes told me she was a lot more eager for lunch than she let on.

I grinned at her, saying "Good, I'll catch you later then?"

She nodded and I turned and walked back to Jake and Embry, ignoring the excited whispers behind me.

I could already tell that third hour would be stretched way too long. It was one of the classes without her, and lunch was right afterward. Yup, third hour gym was going to go on way too long.

A/n sorry for the crappy end to the chapter, I couldn't think of what to write lol. Hope you like it though!