Quil remembered the little girl skipping down the aisle in her cute little yellow dress. A flower tiara in her hair. Sophia and Jacob's wedding was a pleasant day for all of La Push. And more importantly he remembered the feeling he felt. Claire. Sweet little innocent Claire. She'd always been such a good child, growing into a rebellious teenager. He looked over to her now, sitting in the passenger seat next to him, she wrapped her arms around herself and grunted, sneaking looks at him and frowning. Her attitude wounded him. He hated when she was mad at him. Why had he imprinted on such a young person. She was only 2 when he imprinted. Now his 16 year old imprintee was growing rebellious and hateful against him and it broke his heart. His elbow went instinctually to the window where he rested it to calm him nerves; need he get out of control Claire would freak out. His mind ran to when Claire turned 8. Look Quilly! She yelled, even though there was no need to call for his undivided attention; he was always watching her. He came over and stood at the base of the swing set she swung on. Looks! Me and my Quil puppy are swinging! The so called puppy was a stuffed wolf, and Quil had given it to her for her birthday. He looked in her direction now in the present and she shot him a mean look. He took the shot to the heart.
"Can you just drop me off here and I'll walk home?" she sputtered. Somehow she wasn't scared of the ugly monster she discovered him to be. He pulled over so they could talk.
"No Claire. I can't."
"Why is this stupid thing so complicated Quil? I already know the rules and guidelines or whatever but why can't you leave me alone."
"Claire I didn't choose to imprint on you!" he yelled at her. She looked hurt and he regretted the words that came out of his mouth as soon as he said them. How could he be so stupid?
"Fine Quil. Unlock to door and let me go." He could hear the crack in her voice. Let her out Quil. Let her cool off. Just keep an eye on her. Jacob tapped into his mind. Damn you Jacob Black. Always knowing the right thing to do.
"Fine Claire." He unlocked the door and she got out surprised swinging her heavy backpack on to her back. He stayed on the side of the road and watched her walk away. Again her arms wrapped around herself. She was only wearing jeans and a tee. Quil felt the wind pick up; he drove along her side,
and rolled down window. "Will you at least wear this jacket?" she considered he weather and walked to the window and received the jacket from his hand. "Be careful Claire." He warned hesitant to leave her alone.
"Why should I? It's not like you'll be watching me anyway." Anger rushed through his veins and his hand begun to quiver and he drove off fast towards La Push.
So I listen to music when I write and my bff does this when she writes a chapter so I think it's a great idea: Songs Listened to for this chapter: What about love (heart), Bleeding Love (Leona Lewis), What I've done (Linkin Park), "I wanna be with you (Mandy Moore). Lemme know what you guys think. Leave me suggestions maybe I could add something to the ideas I already have.