Emma POV

"Emma, it's time to get up!" I groaned as the sound of my older sister's voice reached my ears. I threw off my polka-dot covers and headed to the bathroom. I quickly took a refreshing shower and picked out my clothes for the day. I decided on a tight fitting tan v-neck t-shirt, dark blue jeans, a black hoodie and my gray converse. I hurried down the stairs and saw my sister gathering papers, probably for work. I grabbed a pop tart, said a quick goodbye to my sister and was out of the house with my brown messanger bag slung on my shoulder.

I walked over to my beloved silver 2009 Ducati motorcycle. After hurriedly putting on my helmet, I started my bike and sped off down the road. It was my first day attending La Push High School and I didn't want to be late. You see, four months ago my parents died in a plane crash. They were going on some important business trip in Europe. The pilot somehow lost control of the plane and they crashed into the deep waters of the Pacific ocean. My sister is 21 and is taking an online college course. She also has a job working as a secretary for a First Financial Bank. We decided that we needed to get away from Texas, our home state. Somewhere quiet and far away.

Both of my parents were lawyers, so me and my sister inherited a lot of money. We found a medium sized house in a place named La Push. It was cheap and barely made a dent in our money. It may be smaller than our original home, but I already liked it. The house was really nice, but the scenery was beautiful. Trees were the only things that were around us, and the beach was just yards away.

But I'm no where near happy. I keep a strong front for my sister, Ellie though. I have to smile for her so she won't go into the silence she was in before. I wouldn't let that happen again. I couldn't lose Ellie again. I'm healing, slowly but surely, but I just don't know about Ellie. I'm really worried about her.

As I neared the school my stomach was twisting and turning. I was really popular at my former school in Texas, but what about here? Would they accept me here? I slowed to a stop in the parking lot. I made my way into the small school and immediately saw the principal's office. I stepped inside and waited patiently for the elderly woman behind the desk to get off the phone. I was looking around when I heard her speak.

"May I help you?" she asked nasally.

"Uh, yes please. My name is Emma Richards, I'm new here," she seemed suprised by my southern accent but quickly got over it.

"Okay, hang on for just a sec," she got up from her chair to go into a room I didn't even notice before. She came back with a piece of paper in her wrinkled hand. She handed it to me and returned to her seat.

"That has your classes, period times, and books you'll need to check out. Just head to the library to do that. It's right across the hall," she explained sweetly.

"Thank you," I said nodding. After I got all of the books I needed, I started to look for my first class. I'll be a little late but the librarian gave me a note to give to my teacher. Finally I found it, it was room 19, math class. As I wrapped my hand around the door knob I took a deep breath. I swiftly opened the door and stepped inside. Everyone's eyes were on me, but I just kept my gaze on the teacher. Wordlessly, I gave him the note. He read it, nodding his head while doing so. He looked quite young, maybe 23 and handsome, too. Not that I'm into older men. Ew, gross!

He stood and said loudly, "Class, this is Emma Richards. She will be coming here from now on understood?" Some kids obediently said 'yes sir' while most of them were just staring at him with a glazed look in their eyes. "My name is Mr. Lanley. Um, let's see, you can sit beside Paul. Paul could you please raise your hand?" Some guy in the middle of the class lazily raised his hand looking bored. As I walked away from from Mr. Lanley I swore I heard him mutter, "Maybe she'll get him to behave better," I think I'm just hearing things though.

Paul POV

Mr. Lanley was saying something about square roots when a girl walked in. I didn't pay any attention to her though, as Alexandra Grail waved at me seductively and winked. I smiled. She, let's just say, visited me last night. "Paul could you please raise your hand?" Not even paying attention to him I lifted my hand boredly, still looking at Alexandra. Suddenly a body blocked my veiw of her as Mr. Lanley started his lecture again, writing on the board.

"You're in my way," I stated rudely to the new girl.

"Huh?" she turned her head to look at me. And suddenly it felt as if gravity had no effect on me, and she was the one anchoring me to this world. All thoughts of Alexandra and all the other girls I've been with flew out the window as I looked at her. She was beautiful with wavy long honey brown hair, light tan skin and the most gorgeous hazel eyes I've ever witnessed. "I'm sorry, what?" she asked. I felt like I would faint, her voice was smooth and soft and had a subtle southern twang to it.

This girl was ethereal. Why weren't all the boys bowing down at her like she deserved? How could I have been so stupid looking at some slut when this goddess walked into the room? I didn't even hear her name! She looked down, uncomfortable, and that's when I realized I was still staring. I couldn't look away, I didn't want to let this beauty out of my sight. And with that thought, I knew what had happened.

"Shit, I imprinted."