This is my first twilight fanfic and I hope it's not too bad. I'm not really sure how old Leah was in the books but for fanfics sake she's the OC's age, which is 17. It always bothered me that Leah didn't get a happy ending. I hope you all enjoy!
I hate this so much, I don't even know why I had to come here, Ok so I got into some fight with a girl and dumped a bucket of paint on her head. It is not my fault that she was being a bitch. I fucking hate Kathy and I'm so glad I never have to see her again, but never seeing her again means I have to move from amazing Seattle to the Quliete reservation with my oh-so boring grandparents. I hate this so much, this place is so small and so boring, I'm never going to be able to go to a Friday night party for a long time am I?
As soon as I get out of the car I can feel everyone looking at me. I like it though everyone should know me, Cat Gray who is bisexual and proud and is also a theatre geek with the best fashion sense. I chose to wear a black mini skirt, a pink crop top and pink combat boots. I describe my style as feminine, slutty with hints of goth and grunge. My grandparents help me move my stuff into my room. The first thing I do is start to unpack my amazing wardrobe, I organize it by the article of clothing, skirts, tops, leggings, ect, ect. I look out the window and catch a glimpse of girl with short hair. She's wearing a white tank top and cutoff shorts, she's insanely pretty. I think I'll introduce myself to her.
"Cat, where are you going?" Grandma asks. "To introduce myself to people." I say nicely, with a slightly harsh undertone. When most people meet me they think I'm a bitch with no respect for other people, in all honesty you have to earn my respect first. I don't like a lot of people, and I'm not mean I'm just honest. I walk outside and naturally I see boys staring at me, it happens a lot, they're good looking...I guess, but cutie with the short hair is the one I want to get to know. I look around trying to find her when all of a sudden I hear yelling. "Your such a fuckboy Quil! You don't even know this girl and you were gonna slap her ass." I turn around and see her standing with a taller, bigger guy with a fuckboy haircut. "Who was gonna slap my ass?" I say bitterly, this will be the moment they know to not piss me off. They all look at this Quil kid. I look him directly in his eyes, "Well Quil, you know what happens to stupid boys who try to touch me without my consent?" I slap him across the face and spit on him. I smile smugly at him. When he looks back at me his face is beet red, the rest of his friends start to gather around him and hold him back like if they didn't hold him back I would be dead right now. They all walk away but karma must be doing me favors today because she stays back.
"Hey I'm Cat Gray." I say flirtatiously.
"Hi I'm Leah Clearwater."
The second she looks me in the eye her face goes blank.
"Um, I gotta go." Is all she says, and then she runs off. Wonder what the hell that was. I walk back to my room and go back to unpacking. I keep looking out the window hoping I'll see her again, but I never do.
Leah's POV
"No, No, No, this can not be happening." I say aloud to myself in my room. Did I just imprint? Did I just fucking imprint?! I didn't even know girls could imprint, let alone on another girl. But that's the least of my worries now. The guys just picked up on my thoughts.
Whoa, Leah imprinting, this chick better be good at handling crazy. Seth jokes.
Can you all just stop! I say.
It might be a good idea to talk to the elders Leah, we didn't know that the females could imprint. Sam suggests.
I don't want to do that.
Leah!
Ugh, I feel his dominance over me, Alpha's orders get obeyed no matter what.
That chick must be crazy too, she did all that to Quil. Embry says.
Can we all just stop talking about this! I yell. I don't want this to become a thing right now.
Finally it all stops, I just want to sleep right now, but I can't really do that right now because all I can think about is her, Cat Gray. She didn't look like she was from around here, she looks like she came straight from a Forever 21 catalog. She was so beautiful, her skin was like mine, a light brown color, her cheekbones weren't as high though, she didn't really have the cheekbones of a Native American Woman, they were sharp but soft at the same time. Her eyes were like melting dark chocolate and her hair was long, thick, pin-straight, and raven-black, now All Native Women have hair like that...well except for me, I had to cut it short ever since I joined the pack. I also think about her lips, they were plump, but coated in a dark red liquid matte lipstick. I fall asleep feeling okay with the fact that I imprinted on someone.