Yaay! I'm doing another one, due to the surpring success of "In My Own World", I've decided to do another FanFic, this time based on the loveable Embry Call.

This story is dedicated to the awesomeness that is Christine Tran, my amazing best friend. I hope you like it


Fuck! There was no way I was letting Paul get away with this. What the fuck was he thinking, deserting me in the middle of patrol? Didn't he realize I have a life too? I had things to do…like catch up on sleep.

But he's got a girlfriend, an imprint, cut him some slack. I hate the fact that my conscious was always standing up for people, like everyone else in the pack, I'm happy Paul imprinted, because of his new girlfriend (Natalie), he'd been less aggressive and less annoying. But he was still damn irresponsible, what the hell made him think he could just run off in the middle of patrol to go see his imprint? It's the last day of holidays; just let the guy spend time with her. Stupid conscious.

I crouched myself, preparing to throw my legs into gear, and took off through the woods. It was much easier to run in wolf form than it was in human form, there was more of a rush, plus I loved scaring all the little animals that I whizzed by. It used to be fun to race with the other guys in the pack, just for the sake of entertainment, and I bet it still would be fun…just no one was available. Everyone had someone, an imprint, which they were with at every fucking free moment they got. Wasn't the damn imprinting thing supposed to be rare? This was bullshit. It was pretty obvious I was jealous; I'd admit that to myself. I was the only one in the pack, besides Seth, who hadn't imprinted yet, and he wasn't much company. Why the hell was this so difficult? It wasn't like I was picky when it came to girls, I'd take any female! I was becoming desperate, I wanted to experience what the rest of the pack felt. I wanted someone to go to any chance I get, someone to hold and kiss, someone to cherish.

Fuck.

I seriously am desperate. Get yourself together Embry! I slowed my run down as my house came in view. Stopping a block from home, I phased behind a tree, and slipped into my clothes. My mom had definitely checked my room; as she did every night, and I was gonna get a lecture in the morning. I could probably manage out of that one though, school started tomorrow after a much needed winter break. Wonder if mom would believe I needed to rush to school?

Slowly lifting my window, I creped into my room, and slumped right into my bed, sleep was taking longer than usual to hit me.

I grumbled and turned to the other side. Nights I patrolled usually did this to me, my sleeping habit would become messed up, and I'd end up snapping at everyone the next morning. What I don't understand is why Sam still has us patrolling. We hadn't encountered any leeches since the vampire "royalties" had come to check out Nessie, Edward and Bella's daughter. Sure they were due to see her in about a month or so, but other than that, La Push was its usual boring self. No need for me to loose valuable sleep. At the thought of sleep, my eyelids began drooping, and I sighed as I let myself drown away.

"Embry Call!" I opened one eye slowly as I heard my name being called. Oh Boy, here goes.

"I'm up!" I yelled from my room, and trudged myself off the bed, and into the bathroom. 20 minutes later I was sitting in front of my mom, trying to block out the yelling, it wasn't working.

"Embry, are you listening to me? I don't understand why you're doing this to me?" My heart broke when I realized my mom was close to tears, "Do you know what I go through while you're out doing Lord knows what every night?" The tears began.

Dammit! The one thing I hated about being a werewolf was my mom not knowing. Jake and the others had tried to get Sam to allow me to tell her, but there was no way I was going to involve her in this shit. She had other things to worry about; her son being a mythical creature was not one of them.

Getting up from my seat, I eloped my mom in a hug, and let her sob into my chest as I listened helplessly. I hate putting her through this, but it's necessary. As soon her tears stopped, she unattached herself from me, without a word, she walked out of the kitchen and went to prepare herself for work.

Shit! She was mad; Mama rarely gave me the silent treatment, not even for a minute, so this was serious. A honk pulled me out of my thoughts, the guys were here. Grabbing my bad, I sprinted out and hopped into Jake's truck.

Our school was never the cliché type you'd see on TV, which sucks, I would love to see some dude from the football team try and run the place. I'd have a good reason to fuck him up. Shit, I'm starting to sound like Paul, which was no surprise, heck me and Paul were usually for the first ready for a brawl. Well, that was before he got with Natalie, not that I have anything against her, but she toned him down….big time!

I walked down the hall, people usually complained about the crowded hall, but I had no problem with it, maybe it was because kids stepped out of my way when I came through. Not to sound cocky or anything, but I was respected and feared around here…the whole pack was. Our height and muscles may have something to do with it. The pack parted ways when first bell rang, and Quil followed me to our first class of the day, English. From my usual spot in the back, I got to survey the class, gossip was big in our school, and girls were already huddled in small circles, probably exchanging information about who did who, and who got what for Christmas. For some odd reason, guys were gossiping today too, usually it was just the females. Thanks to my super hearing I picked up the topic of the buzz surrounding the senior boys; a new exchange student. Ahh…that makes sense, some new meat. Great, a new girl…she would meet a guy here, they'd fall in love, and there would be one more person to be jealous of. Fuck! Why couldn't I just damn imprint already?

"Dude…let go of the desk" Quil hissed, and I looked down at my hand. Damn, I underestimate my strength sometimes. I let go of the edge of the desk, leaving a mark, and just in time too. A blonde sitting in front of me turned around and batted her eyes at me. Oh God.

"Hey Embry…" She twirled a strand of her over colored hair in her hand, "How's was your vacation?"

"Jasmine, leave me alone" I had specifically told Jasmine Loral years ago that I would never date her, and I didn't want to be friends with her. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to understand that. Describing her as a stuck up snob would be an understatement.

She rolled her eyes at me. "So…did you hear about the new exchange student? I hear she's from Japan…"

Where the hell do people get their information from? How do they know this stuff? The school website?

"I don't care"

She opened her mouth to respond but got interrupted as the door opened and the teacher came in holding a stack of papers. The class hushed as he took attendance and then started talking. Blah Blah Blah…I zoned out as he started talking about his winter vacation, and then asked other students how theirs was. I was planning on zoning out the whole class…but faith had other plans for me. In the middle of some girl's vacation story, the door opened again, and the school secretary stepped in. She was followed by a girl with long black hair that covered her face. Murmurs swept through the class as the secretary explained something to our teacher. Sheesh….couldn't these people shut up for a moment? Just a minute? I surveyed the girl, as she looked down at something in her hand…it was too small to be a book…and she seemed to be punching numbers into it…a calculator? She was wearing a long sleeve sweater like most of the other people in the room, minus me and Quil, and black boots, like a lot of the girls…but her miniskirt made me wonder if she was sane. Snow was still on the ground…and winter was nowhere near being over, yet there she stood in a pleated mini skirt, showing off her endless legs. She was hot…straight up.

"Class, I'd like to introduce our new foreign exchange student, Miss Christine Tran." The teacher introduced. "Why don't you tell us something about yourself Christine?"

She held up her index finger, as if to say "wait a minute", and continued punching buttons in whatever she was holding. What the hell was she doing?

"Who does she think she is, telling Mr. Brandon to wait?" Jasmine huffed.

Christine must have heard because she raised her head, and stared Jasmine in the eye…and smiled the most evil smile known to man kind.
"I'll tell you who I think I am, I'm Christine Lingh Tran…and I will do as I please." She smirked and put away the object in her hand, I caught a glimpse at it before it disappeared in her bag, and laughed to myself. A blackberry…she had the class waiting while she text someone? I like this girl.

"Um…alright," Mr.Bradon gulped, poor guy didn't know what to do. "So… tell us a bit about yourself Christine." He offered again.

She ran a hand through her hair before she began talking. "I'm sure you all know my name, and where I'm from." What a way to state the obvious. "I went for this program to escape the boredom that was my school, but looks like I didn't do any good" She chuckled to herself as she looked around the class. Her eyes locked with mine, and it happened. Everything went pitch black, except for her. She was glowing, holding me together, without her I would be a million pieces. Everything that once mattered, didn't anymore, except for her. Her happiness, her safety, just her in particular. She was what I was waiting for my whole life, and she was now here.

She raised one of her perfect eye brows at me, as if to say "What the hell?" and then my angel spoke. "Oh, and I think it's rude when people stare" She flashed me her evil smile, and I felt warmth fill me.

"Why don't you go take a seat next to Jasmine Loral" The teacher suggested, and she gracefully made her way to her seat. Her long pitch black hair glided down her back, and I knew Jasmine was envying her. My eyes stayed glued to my new imprint, my new love.

I reached over and tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to turn around. Her tiny black eyes found mine, and I felt myself smile. She was a goddess that was the only word to describe her beauty.

"W-Welcome to Forks, I'm Em-"I was cut off before I could introduce myself.

"Did I ask your name?"

I simply shook my head, too mesmerized by her glowing face to speak.

"Then save yourself the trouble. If I ask your name….you give it, other than that, don't bother me with unneeded introductions" She sneered, then turned back around.

My mouth fell slightly open, as my mind registered what had just happened.

Rejected.


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