I'M REWRITING THIS.If you've read it before, there won't be any MAJOR changes (until "Eclipse"), I'm mostly just fixing up grammatical errors and certain situations that I didn't like very much.

If you're new to the Imprinted family, I welcome you with open arms, and hope you enjoy it! You're in for quite a ride!

Imprinted

Chapter 1: First Sight

It was lunch at our small school. It would have been any normal day, except we had a new student join or student body. Her name was Bella Swan. She was pretty, long brown hair; she was slim, maybe around the same height as me. Mike Newton was babbling to her about our school. Good, maybe she would take some of his attention off of me. I did feel a bit bad for her; I mean I knew how annoying Mike could be. She seemed to already be able to sense how annoying he was. He was quite probably one of the most annoying boys at Forks High.

She was unsurprisingly looking at the Cullens' table. The Cullens were a family who kept to themselves. They were all really nice; they just stuck together in the school. They didn't really speak to anyone except each other. I sat beside one of them, Jasper, in English class. He never really spoke to me, but when he did he was never rude-he was always a gentleman.

"Who are they?" Bella gasped.

"The Cullens," Angela said, smiling.

"The big burly guy with the dark hair is Emmett. The gorgeous blonde girl beside him is Rosalie; they're sort-of together. The tiny dark haired girl is Alice. Beside her with the blonde hair is Jasper, they're together, too," I explained.

"Oh," She said. "Who's the one with bronze hair-the boyish looking one?"

"That's Edward," Jessica said, blushing scarlet. Jessica had tried to date Edward numerous times, always to be shot down.

"Is he…with anybody?" Bella asked, seeming to choose her words carefully.

"Not that I know of," I said.

"But, don't waste your time," Jessica said, a tone of acidity in her voice. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her. Jessica got jealous very easily. "He doesn't date. Or, he's never shown any interest in any girls here."

"Who knows, you might be an exception, Bella," I giggled. "He's looking at you."

She glanced over at the Cullens' table, and dropped her gaze immediately.

"Mel, don't give her hope," Jessica said loudly-and very rudely.

"Hey, just because none of ushas caught his attention, it doesn't mean Bella won't," I said. "Why do you always have to do that? Crush everyone else's hopes." She glared at me, but I didn't care. She was being an outright bitch, and it pissed me off.

The bell rang, and I went off to gym. Joy. My least favourite class, especially since it was co-ed and Coach Clapp didn't care about er…girl problems. Once I got to the change room, I realized I had forgotten my gym clothes.

"Does anyone have an extra set of clothes?" I asked the room.

All the girls shook their heads.

Great.

I left the change room, to face Coach Clapp. I knew he would give me hell for this.

"Coach?" I asked coming up behind him.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning. He smiled when he saw me. "What can I do for you today, Harmen?"

"I forgot my gym clothes," I said.

"You'll just have to sit out then," he said gruffly.

"Will do," I muttered. I sat on the bench, and watched everyone play volleyball. When Eric Yorkie got hit in the head, I almost fell off the bench laughing at him.

When the bell rang, I headed to English. This was the class I sat with Jasper in. He never really said anything, but when he did, he made just about every girl swoon. His velvety, slightly southern drawl made girls want him even more.

I sat down next to him. He was intoxicating. His golden curls, mysterious look. Alice was very lucky. He was smiling to himself over something. Who knew what it was? Who knew what was going through his mind? I sighed, thinking about having to work after this. I put my head down on my desk, wishing that I worked in Forks instead of La Push. It was such a drag to drive all the way down there for my shifts.

But, working in La Push did have its perks. The boys there were very good looking, maybe if I was lucky I'd see that cute Quileute boy. Paul, I think his name was. I hoped he would ask me out. I mean, every time he saw me, he'd look at me like I was the most important thing, and we hadn't even said three words to each other!

Whatever. All the Quileute boys were pretty damn hot. I got some pretty nice eye candy working down there.

I stared up at the clock, willing for it to go faster, now anticipating my trip down to La Push. I was actually excited to go; the prospect of seeing Paul had made me impatient

Suddenly, I felt calm. A wave of relaxation came over me. I glanced around; no one in the room noticed anything different.

"Did you feel that?" I whispered to Jasper.

"What?" he asked, hint of amusement in his voice.

"Never mind," I muttered, feeling like a complete dumbass.

When the bell finally rang, I practically jumped out of my seat and went out to the parking lot. I was glad to be the first one out of the parking lot for once. It was always annoying to have to wait in the long line of people eager to get out. It always felt like such a waste of time. I made my way down the highway, going down the familiar route to the little grocery store where I worked as a cashier. I blasted my radio to keep myself from going crazy.

Okay, I'll admit it. I really wanted to see Paul again. He was irresistible. Something about him just made me wanthim. It was so weird, since we had only seen each other a few times. But I wanted him. We had probably only said about five words to each other so far, but something about him drew me to him.

Yeah, I felt a bit obsessive, but it was okay. I might be borderline crazy, but I was definitely fine with that if I got to see Paul.

I pulled into a parking spot reserved for employees, and pulled on my apron over my school clothes. I stuck my name tag on, and went into the store.

"Hey, Johnny!" I called to my boss, who was in the back room.

"Hey Mel, I need you to stay late today," he said.

"Why?" I groaned.

"Liz couldn't come in," he explained. "I'll pay you extra; you know I always do when you have to stay late."

"Fine," I said, the prospect of getting paid extra had sweetened the deal quite a lot more for me. "What time am I leaving?"

"Eleven?"

"You're lucky I don't have homework this weekend," I grumbled.

I went behind my cash register, and flicked on the light, signaling I was open. Customers can literally be some of the most annoying people on the planet. They're either rude, or don't have enough money to pay for something, and have to sort through every single item to find out what they can and can't pay for. I sighed when I didn't see Paul anywhere, and it was seven o'clock. I groaned, hoping he'd show up. Having to stay late was no fun without seeing the highlight of my day. Soon it was eight o'clock. And then it was nine. As ten-thirty rolled around, I was upset. It was ten-thirty at night; I knew he wouldn't be coming around.

I was checking to make sure I had enough bags, when I heard a voice at the register.

"Excuse me?" asked a familiar, slightly husky voice.

I almost hit my head standing up straight again. Immediately I felt my face flush as he had probably witnessed my moment of clumsiness, but it was okay. My day was complete-Paul was here now.

"Hi," I smiled shyly at him.

He returned my smile. "You're here late today."

"Yea, another cashier couldn't come in." I said. "Are you buying anything?"

"No, I was just looking around," he said. "I was hoping to see you tonight." I felt my smile widen at him. "I was wondering if I could I buy you a coffee or something when you get off?"

"I'd love that." He grinned at me. I glanced at my watch. "I get off in five minutes. My car is parked out back. It's the blue Matrix. I'll meet you out there, okay?"

"Alright," he said. "I'll see you soon."

I clocked out, but before I left, I at least had to thank Johnny.

"Thanks Johnny," I couldn't keep the grin off my face.

"For what?" he asked, surprised.

"For making me stay late. I'll get some extra cash…and maybe even a boyfriend," I smiled.

"Then you're welcome," he said. "I would give you tomorrow off, but I can't. I'll give you Sunday."

"That would be great. Thanks again, Johnny. See you tomorrow," I went out the back door to see Paul leaning against my car.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I smiled, thanking myself that I remembered to take the time to do my make-up today.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, know any good coffee shops down here?" I asked, unlocking the car doors, and sliding in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, there's one off the main road," he said, getting into the passenger seat. "It's a family restaurant."

"Will it be open?" I asked.

"They're always open," he said, trying not to laugh-like I was missing out on some joke- as I started the car.

"Okay. Give me directions," I said.

"You can't miss it. When you leave the parking lot, turn left. Keep driving until we hit it."

I followed his instructions, and he was right. Impossible to miss and they were open. I sighed, annoyed at the fact that he had been right. I turned into the parking lot, and found a space close to the door. When we went inside, Paul led me to a cozy table in the corner, and went up to the counter to order our coffees. He came back a few minutes later, with two cups of steaming coffee. He slid next to me, and put a cup in front of me.

"Thank you," I said. Suddenly, I got a chill. I shivered.

"Cold?" Paul asked, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Not anymore," I smiled.

The rest of the night was wonderful. We talked for a good hour, until my phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was my mom. Great.

"Hello?" I asked, detaching myself from Paul's arm.

"Melanie. Where are you?" she asked, sharply and angrily.

"Johnny made me work late tonight…" I said.

"And you didn't call?" she asked. "And, I know the store closes at eleven. Where have you been the past hour?"

"A friend asked me to have coffee with him," I explained. "Mom. Chill. It's not like I'm walking the streets alone, I'm with someone in a coffee shop. I'll be home soon, okay? And I don't have school tomorrow anyway, so just calm down, okay?"

"Be home soon. No later than two. Got it?"

"Yeah, whatever you say," I said, hanging up. "Sorry about that." I said to Paul.

"Do you have to leave?" he asked, putting his arm around me again, clearly showing he did not want me to leave just yet. I was totally fine with that. I didn't want to leave either.

"Not yet. I don't have to be home till two."

"Good," He whispered into my hair. "I wasn't ready to let you go yet." I felt my face heat up. I leaned into him, just resting my head on his shoulder. "When can we see each other again?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "But I'll give you my number." I wrote it out on a napkin. "I should probably go, my mom sounded pretty pissed at me." Paul's face dropped immediately, so I tried to soften the blow. "Call me tonight."

"Will you pick up?"

"Yes," I promised.

He perked up immediately. "Okay. I'll call you later then."

"Do you want a ride home?" I asked.

"Nah, I can walk," He said.

"It's cold, and raining," I pointed out.

"I don't live very far from here, it's fine," He said with a grin.

"Are you sure?" I asked, leaving the restaurant with him.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, walking me to my car.

I leaned against the driver door, looking into his dark eyes. "I had a really nice time tonight, Paul."

"Me too," he said, leaning into me, he bent his head, and brushed his lips against mine. And then he whispered, "Goodnight Mel."

"Goodnight Paul," I said, getting in my car.

Wow.

I watched Paul walk onto the sidewalk, but after that he disappeared into the darkness. I started my car, and started driving home. My brain was still clouded from tonight's events. It was hard to concentrate on driving when thinking about Paul, but I managed to get home.

When I got there, my cloud of bliss was ruined.