Not to be mean but…I will continue but that depends on if I get reviews. I don't want to spend time a story if no one is reading it.

~A

[Jacob]

This is wrong and she's only going to get hurt in the end. But right now she needs me.

Bella choose me. Not the leech. Me.

You'd think I'd be the happiest guy on earth. I got the girl and now things were going to be perfect. But they won't be. Bella isn't my imprint. I love her more then anything but I knew that when I did finally imprint…. that love wouldn't compare.

The only thing that kept me from turning Bella down was her eyes. Full of sorrow and untold pain, and the untold doom that would happen to her if I rejected her love.

The Pack frowned at what I was doing but I learned to live with it. My dad shook his head and left it at that. Months passed and the vampire that was after Bella seemed to have left us alone and things were peaceful. Bella became her old self and other than the occasional vampire, our life was perfect.

She graduated and though protests decided not to go to collage. Since I wasn't going to high school anymore the only logical thing to do was get married.

I used the money that I accumulated from fixing up cars and bought an engagement ring. Nothing fancy or jaw dropping but Bella would love it.

"This place is so beautiful Jacob." Bella exclaimed. She looked perfect. Her hair fell to her shoulders and gleamed in the dim light. Her eyes sprinkling with joy and you couldn't detect any sadness. "We should come here every week."

"I'm glad you love it." She took my hand and smiled. I don't know if it was just me…but tonight she seemed extra excited. Like she could sense something was about to happen. She might have suspected I would propose tonight.

"Can I take your order?" the waitress asked.

"Yes I would like…" Bella voice droned out and so did the chatter of everyone around us.

The waitress…. Lori Rias looked around my age. She had long dark brown hair was pulled back tightly and curved down her back. Her expression look tired and overworked but that didn't stop her skin from looking radiant. Her eyes were a light brown and had a warm sensation.

"And for you sir?"

"Uh…the same thing she is having." We handed her our menus and sat in silence. Bella started talking about her mom and I pretended to sound interested. But deep inside my mind was in turmoil. I imprinted. Just like that. I looked at Bella and guilt flowed through me and I had to look away.

As dinner progressed she stopped talking and looked around. I had decided to not propose. My thoughts were clouded with two faces. Lori Rias and Bella Swan. After everything Bella and I went through, you'd think that out weigh a simple imprint with a person I didn't even know existed. Sadly it didn't. I already had feelings for the stranger and the protection I wanted to give her.

Bella's love couldn't compete with it.

We left and I drove her home. Giving her a kiss on the cheek and a promise to see her tomorrow.

"I love you Jacob." She said.

"I love you too." I said, holding my breath. "Bella."

I waited until she went inside before driving away. Dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and my sister passed out on the couch.

"Dad can you talk?" I asked him.

"Of course. So how did the engagement go?"

"I imprinted."

He looked at me and sighed. "I can't I'm sorry son. All I can say is congratulations."

"What about Bella. I can't do what that leech did to her."

"Jacob I love Bella like a daughter. I would never want anything bad to happen to her. But it's time to stop thinking about her and start thinking about yourself. What do you want?"

I stared down at my hands. "I want to be with this girl…but I don't want to hurt Bella."

"Jacob do what you think is best. If it helps I'll call Charlie and explain everything to him."

Charlie already knew about the whole shape-shifter thing. He had the right to know what his daughter was dating. Of course that didn't mean he took it very well. He accepted it and that was that. But now was the time to explain the imprinting to him and I have a strong feeling he's going to want to shoot me at the end.