Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters at ALL!!! This world belongs to AsagariMelody and Stephanie Meyers.

Summary: Jared and Kim's son, Julian Hill, imprints on a feisty girl from the Bronx, Amalia Ramirez. She and her sister Rosalie came to LaPush against their will, because they weren't allowed to stay with their Crack-head mom, when she got caught.

Amalia's POV

September 5th 2031

Damn! I gotta move to a new damn house, in this small ass town called La Push? To go live with some people, I haven't seen in god knows how long, just because my dumbass mother can't take care of herself! Just because she doesn't, doesn't mean I can't hold up my own, I've been providing for me and my sister since I was 12. I don't need no one... Me and my sister we're good on our own.

Rosie and me, we're gonna be moving in with our Aunt Lisa and our Uncle Carlos. Screw them! Those are my thoughts, I'm so gonna be out of this hell hole when I turn 18. Which won't be long, I'm already 16, well I just turned 16 on July 29th, but still.

Oh great, just fucking wonderful we're here, I took Rosie's hand and walked up to the front door.

"Hello Rosalie and Amalia, come on in!" My Uncle Carlos opened the door, and gave Rosie a warm hug.

She barley hugged back, so he turned to me, but I just rolled my eyes and walked right by him, straight in to the house. He turned, and showed Rosie and me to our rooms, both were medium sized rooms, mine was black and white, Rosie's was blue and white, located right next to each other.

Going into Rosie's room with her, I helped her unpack. We didn't pack heavy, since we didn't have much clothes back in the Bronx. Rosie was putting her clothes into her new dresser quietly. My sister was beautiful, she had wavy light brown hair with blonde highlights, that fell down to her mid-back. Her eyes were hazel like my mother's, and with this full lips she was just beautiful all around.

While me, I had pin straight hair that hung down to my back, as a dark brown curtain. I had chocolate brown eyes, which I got from my father. I hated my thin lips, wishing them to be more like Rosie's, and I got a eyebrow piercing on my left eyebrow when I was 14, just to piss my mom off. Though I wasn't nearly as pretty as my wonderful little sister, I knew I was still good looking.

My body was curved nicely, a gift from my Spanish heritage, along with my pretty average 5'6, made me a quite satisfied with my looks. My sister was an 5'2, which was fairly usual for a 13 year old, her birthday being April 12th. She was blessed with curves too, although it might be too much, she was curvier than most girls her age, making her look more like a 15 year old. This was something that scared me, cause I didn't want guys looking at my baby sister, if they did, I'd sure as hell snap there neck!

Rosie sat down and looked up at me with fear in her eyes, I sat down next to her and smiled at her reassuringly.

"Qué Pasa chica?" I asked my sister, she looked disturbed.

It was only natural for me to worry about her, my sister was the only good thing I had in this world, and I'd do whatever was necessary, to make sure nothing ever happened to her. I'd rather die than let anything bad happen to her.

"Well…I'm scared Mali, I'm gonna start a new school, filled with people I don't know. What if they ain't like us Mali, I don't wanna be some outcast that sits at a table by herself. You know I'm shy Mali, I don't make friends that easily. it wasn't like I had that many friends in the Bronx, there was only Alyssa, and now she's all the way across the country. I-I'm scared Mals." She said, and looked down sadly, that made it official, my little sister was crazy

"Mija, you're loca! If all those people have any sense at all, they'll want to be your friends, just because you are the coolest person I know! If they don't, well that's too bad for them, because they'll be missing out on one hell of a girl. You're smart, funny, and beautiful. Mija, you'll be fine, I promise, don't worry so much." I smiled down at her, and gave her a big hug.

I looked at the time "We've got school tomorrow, so we gotta get to bed."

I kissed her on her forehead "Love you."

"I love you too Mali." She said, and with that I walked out of her room and into mine.

It was 10:30pm already, luckily we stopped to grab a bite to eat on the way here, because we started school tomorrow, which for everyone else here, would be their second day. I wasn't worried about Rosie she'd be fine, but me, well I was another story…

That night, I had a weird but comforting dream, I don't know how to explain it but I felt…protected and loved?

I was sitting in the woods by myself, looking at the moon, then I got up fast and just started dancing around. A light breeze filled the air and suddenly the trees started moving. Something was about to come out, so I stepped back into a tree trunk. A figure appeared, a boy? He moved towards me, slowly, treading ever so lightly.

My mind was screaming at me to RUN, but my heart and soul disagreed. As I started moving towards him slowly and quietly, we met though I still couldn't see his face, but I didn't need to. I knew he was beautiful, just by his touch. He gently put his hand to my cheek and started lifting my face, so I could see his. I was just about to meet his eyes…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP!!!

Ugh! Stupid alarm clock! I pounded on the clock with my fist, and got up quickly. Oh jeez, 6:30 already? I moved slowly to the closet in my room. Grabbing a black tank-top, and with black leggings, over which I put on light blue short-shorts. Lastly, I put on my black Ugg's, and a white sweater.

Turning to my mirror, I grabbed my hairbrush and ran it lightly through my hair. When I heard a knock on my door, I put my brush down again, and opened it to see my precious little sister standing there. She was wearing a denim jacket, with a red t-shirt and black skinny jeans, she'd finished her outfit with red flats. On her lips shimmered a light pink lip-gloss and had let her hair down.

"Uncle Carlos and Aunt Lisa are waiting downstairs, they're gonna drive us to school." I nodded my head, and took her hand, as we walked down the stairs together.

They led us to their car, Carlos got in the driver's seat, and Lisa was in the passenger seat, leaving Rosie and me sitting in the back. The car ride was silent and awkward, with Rosie and me just looking out the window, as soon as we got there we jumped out of the car and said bye.

La Push High was a school for 7th through 12th graders, Rosie was in 8th grade and I was in 11th. The school's front lot was filled with kid's, and we were able to walk through them un-noticed, and headed towards the main office.

"Hey…um Rosalie Ramirez and Amalia Ramirez?" I said to the old lady behind the desk, she grabbed two pieces of papers from a basket, without even looking away from the screen.

"Your lockers are D081 and D083, right across the cafeteria doors." She said casually.

We walked over to our lockers, which were easy enough to find, and looked at the schedule the woman had given us. We were 3 years apart, so we didn't have any classes together, but at least we could have lunch together, 5th period. We went our separate ways finding our classes, first, second, and third period went by really fast. Before I knew it I was walking to my 4th period class, History, I walked in 2 minutes after the bell. Looking at my teacher, her name was…, I took another step forward. She looked at me with wide eyes, so I handed her the paper, and rolled my eyes.

"Nice of you to join us , please take a seat next to Mr. Hill. If you would be so kind as to raise your hand Mr. Hill?" A guy in the back raised his hand, without looking up.

As I made my way over to the seat next to him, a girl with fake blonde hair and blue contact lenses popped in her eyes, tripped me, causing me to fall flat on my face. That bitch! I looked up at her, rage no doubt visible in my eyes. Just when I was getting ready to give her a serious ass whooping, a beautiful voice reached my ears, stopping me in my tracks.

"Here, let me help you up," the voice came from behind me, so I turned my head around to see who it belonged to.

Two deep, light brown, eyes stared me in the face, those alone were enough to melt my insides. My eyes scanned over his features, as I admired the strong jaw line below his short dark hair. His body was tan and muscular, very muscular. Still staring at him, I realized he still held his hand out for me to grab, when I did, electricity moved through my body, it felt good to touch him.

Wait, what's wrong with me?! I don't even know his name!

"Thanks," I said to the guy, and stood up. Then I turned to Blondie, to whisper in her ear.

"If you so much as try to pull something like that again, I'll rip out your fake blonde extensions." My threat must've had an impact, because she only nodded.

Turning back to the boy, I saw he was smiling at me, it looked like he couldn't say anything. I sat down in my seat next to him, trying to pay attention to Mrs. Trager, but the guy wouldn't stop looking at me. Now I was starting to get pissed off.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I hissed at him, I turned to face him and once again looked into his eyes…Those beautiful light brown eyes. He smiled down at me, and whispered to himself something like 'beautiful…'

"Umm…My name is Julian Hill, or Jules. What's your name?" He said, still smiling and then the bell rang.

Without giving him another look, I got up to go to the cafeteria, wanting to meet up with Rosie as quickly as possible. Just when I was walking out the door, but I bumped into someone, since I was already annoyed as it was, I was ready to chew, whoever it was, out for not paying attention.

"Oh sorry, I wasn't looking. Hey, you're the girl that was about to mess up Amber right? Well let me know if you need help with that, she's so annoying. By the way I'm Faye, Faye Taggert." She said, and smiled at me. I smiled back; I was guessing Amber was that fake blonde bitch.

Julian's POV

September 6th

4th period

I walked in and sat down, there was still a couple of minutes before the bell would ring. The clicking of small heels walking, closed in on me. Looking up, I saw Amber my ex girlfriend. How I could've ever dated her is beyond me, it was over almost as soon as it started. At first she seemed live a nice girl, not to bad looking, but she quickly dropped the act when she had me where she wanted. She was superficial, and turned out to be really mean. So even before I started phasing, I broke up with her, but still she won't give up. She even resorted to rigorously changing her appearance, for the worse I might add, why she thought that plastic blonde hair and the artificial blue eyes would look appealing, was an unsolved mystery.

"Hey Julian, why haven't you called baby?" She said, and started touching my hair as she leaned in closer. I backed away immediately, before I pushed her hand away, which made her frown.

"What's wrong babe?" I rolled my eyes, and turned my face so I was looking straight into her fake blue eyes.

"Amber, please don't do this, we've been over since May, why are you making this harder than it has to be? It can't be such a big deal, we only dated for a few weeks." I told her for what seemed to be the millionth time, she looked shocked and stepped back to her desk.

The bell rang, and Mrs. Trager started talking about World War II, not that I was paying attention. After a couple minutes passed, the door opened, giving entrance to some girl. She was late, which was something Mrs. Trager didn't take to lightly, she was new so she got off without a fuss. She was told to take a seat beside me, thanks to my good hearing, I caught the teacher telling me to raise my hand. I did as told, but didn't look up, that is, until Amber tripped her on the way down the aisle. Have I told you that she's mean yet, if I haven't this proves it, tripping the girl because she'll sit next to me.

She was closer to me, her delicious smell enveloped me, wow, she smelled really good. With her back turned to me, I couldn't see her face, leaving me to skim over the rest of her. Her hair was pretty, dark and shiny as it fell down her shoulders. My glance lowered further south, bringing her perfectly shaped body into my vision, man, she was gorgeous.

"Here, let me help you up." I said to her, as I stretched my hand out, slowly she turned her head, her beautiful chocolate eyes peering into mine.

Snip…Snip…Snip. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, completely mesmerized by her, I realized this girl was my everything now, she was my world. My mom, dad, brother, even my sister, they all suddenly moved down to the second place, since the girl right in front of me, was the most important thing in the world. I imprinted!

Interrupting middle of my thoughts, she touched me, taking the hand I'd offered her, an electrical current ran up my arm when she did.

"Thanks," she said, then turned to Amber, whispering to her that she would hurt her if anything like that happened again.

I chuckled quietly, and my angel took a seat next to me, leaving me speechless, all I could was smile. She left me breathless, this girl was gorgeous, I'm lucky to have imprinted on such a pretty girl.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" She hissed at me.

She turned to face me, making eye contact again. I knew she felt a pull towards me, because I could feel it too. It took some effort and concentrating, before I was able to form a coherent sentence, but I needed to take this opportunity to get to know her a little bit, well at least to find out her name.

"Umm…My name is Julian Hill or Jules. What's your name?" Then the bell rang, and she turned to go to her next period, without even looking back at me once.

Well, what's this? I meet my imprint, she's absolutely stunning, and then I don't even get her name? That won't do, I'd have to talk to dad, about this. According to the stories he had told Tobias, my twin brother, and me, he had some difficulty with mom when he first imprinted on her as well.