A/N: If you didn't know, this is a sequel to the one-shot Impossible (.com/stories/16975618/impossible-jacob-black-one-shot-for-csandralea). I do not own any of the characters except for Cheyenne and her father. Also, you can visit Photobucket to see banners and images for this story. (.com/albums/ab157/ohsnapitscassandra/Gravity/)

Gravity: Chapter 1

Day 1.

I was still sitting in the driveway, staring at the little house in front of me. I had been crying all day, ever since this morning when Jacob told me. When he told me that I, Cheyenne, who had stood next to him, admired him, wanted him, ever since I had first laid eyes upon him, was not the one for him. I wasn't his soul mate.

He had said it so casually, and then he just left. He turned around and walked away from me. And even as I stood there with my heart shattered on the floor, I could only think about how perfect he was. What had I done wrong for him to not want me? Surely there was a way we could be together? He didn't have to tell her. Her. Who was she, anyway?

Once I registered what was going on, I made a bee line for Kim's house. She opened the door when I knocked, saw the tears rolling down my cheeks, and hugged me. She let me cry without asking any questions. That's the kind of friend she was. And that was what I needed. I didn't want to tell anyone what had happened between Jacob and I that night in the meadow. It was too personal. They didn't need to know.

After a good hour of soaking her shoulder with my tears, I finally managed to give her a brief outline of what had happened, under the solemn vow that she would not tell anyone, not even Jared, her soul mate. I suddenly hated the word. It was all because of this stupid imprinting that I couldn't have him.

I sighed and grabbed my bag from the passenger seat. My dad wasn't home from work yet, so I had the house to myself. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed upstairs to my room. My eyes were puffy and sore, and my head was starting to hurt. I didn't think I could cry anymore, but then I saw a photo on my vanity. It was of the whole pack, taken at Emily's last year before Christmas dinner. Everybody was being there usual selves, with Seth, Quil, and Embry making stupid faces for the camera.

But in the very middle of the photo, I stood next to Jacob, hunched over with my hands on my knees so that Kim could prop herself on my back, both of us girls making a peace sign. Jake had one arm draped over my shoulders and was smiling that goofy grin of his. I laid the photo face down and started bawling like a tween girl again.

Day 2.

I didn't sleep good last night. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw his face. I didn't understand it. He wasn't my imprint, and I wasn't his. But I still had strong feelings for him. I always had. Maybe it was nature's way of telling me that I wasn't good enough for anyone. I never would be. My head still hurt, so I grabbed two Advil out of the bottle beside my bed and downed them with a sip of my water.

It was early for me, 6:00 on a Saturday morning. The sun shining through my curtains was too bright. I suddenly wished I had done my room in any color except cream. I stretched and twisted my mess of hair into a clip before heading downstairs to try and find a snack. I had never been much of a breakfast person. To my surprise, my dad was already awake and attempting to make eggs and bacon. I smiled a little and started to head into the kitchen, but stopped. The smell of the bacon was so strong, it just hit my senses like a trainwreck. I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom. It was worse since my stomach was empty, and I groaned as I stood up and ran some water over a washcloth to wipe my face.

"Cheyenne?" My dad was standing in the doorway, holding a pan with a burnt egg in his hand. I gagged once and turned around and threw up again. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine." I rolled my shoulders and wiped my face again. "I must have a bug or something."

He nodded and left the doorway, presumably back to the kitchen to try to salvage his breakfast. I sunk to the bathroom floor and leaned back against the wall. I felt miserable, and it had been this way for almost a week. The wrong smell would send me flying to the nearest bathroom in a heartbeat, and the heightened senses that came with being a wolf didn't help.

I told my Dad it was just a bug, but I thought it might be something more. That maybe I was so in love with Jake that I just couldn't take being away from him. What if I had imprinted on him and just never knew? Was that even possible? If it was, I was in a living hell. I decided to stay inside today

Day 3.

Call me emo, but I don't want to talk to anyone. All I could think about yesterday was what I'd discovered that morning. What if I had imprinted on Jake? Was life really that cruel to make my imprint imprint on another girl? What had I done to deserve that? I spent the entire day and night remembering things. Just small things, like jokes he'd made, or the bonfires when we'd all laughed. The few patrols where I was lucky enough to be alone with the object of my affections. I didn't have many one on one memories of him. We'd never spent much time alone. I cried myself to sleep last night. Freaking baby.

Kim had called me at least a dozen times. She wasn't the only one. I had a voice mail from Paul, too.

"Chey? Hey, look, it's Paul. I know, this is like the fiftieth time I've called, but I really need to talk to you. The whole Pack is worried. Well, um, call me back, 'kay babe?"

Paul was my other best friend. He was older than me by about three years. I was 18, and he was 21. Where Kim was my best girlfriend, Paul was my best wolf friend. He knew everything about me, even about my crush on Jacob. He'd never liked it much, and always told me not to bother with him. Especially when Jake started seeing Bella.