I added to the beginning of this first chapter, so if you've already read it, just read the beginning again if you wish. If you don't know what I'm talking about.. Well, just read and enjoy, in that case!

More chapters are coming soon, I promise.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Twilight series.

"Maxi!" he yelled, staring up at the second-story window. Seth's voice, husky and broken with grief and desperation, was almost drowned out in the din of the pouring rain. At this point, he didn't care who heard or what they thought; he needed only to see her, to tell her. "Maxi!" He screamed her name again and again into the night. The shade of her window was drawn but a soft yellow glow shone through. He was thinking about throwing rocks at the window when the shade twitched.

"I know you can hear me, Max!" There was no response; the curtain was still. He sighed. "When will you see?" he yelled, loud enough so she would hear. "You can't do this forever! I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere!"

He muttered angrily and put his hands to his forehead, shutting his eyes. Just do it, he told himself. There's nothing left to lose.

"I love you, Max!" he screamed. "I love you, and I always will. Nothing you do is going to change that for me!"

There was still no response. The rain soaked him; it drenched his clothes, matted his hair to his head and mixed with the hot tears on his cheeks. He didn't feel the fierce cold of the rain or notice the fact that neighbors were starting to stare curiously out their windows; he was focused only on Maxi's bedroom window, and the fact that the light had just gone out.

MAXI

I don't remember exactly when he started popping up. I just know that one day, I was leading a perfectly happy Seth-free life, and the next he was there and wouldn't leave.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

My name is Maxi Leone, and this is the story of my encounter with the irritating Seth Clearwater.

SETH

I don't even like art. I mean, it's fine to look at and everything, but it's not as if I'm actually useful at creating anything. My hands are too big and clumsy for that. Or maybe I'm not focused enough. Or maybe, it's just the fact that I don't like it.

So what was I doing in Mrs. Williams' art class?

That's a damned good question. I wish I could answer it myself.

So anyway, I was sitting in art class, just kind of looking around, never having been in here and all. There are these big industrial metal tables, long and square, with paint and doodles all over them, that we sit at. Those are pretty interesting, especially some of the doodles. One entire wall is made up of these giant windows, and the rest have paintings and drawings that people have ton stuck all over them.

That's what I was doing, instead of listening to Mrs. Williams drone on about whatever it was. I was studying the room. It was pretty interesting, too, all colorful and whatnot, and some of the stuff on the walls was really good.

That's when I noticed her. She was sitting across the table from me and down a few seats, listening intently to whatever Mrs. Williams was saying.

I knew from Sam and the others how strong and strange imprinting is, but I didn't really fully understand it until it happened to me. It was crazy. I've never been so sure about anything in my life. I don't know why or how I knew, but looking at her, I knew. Jacob said it was something like gravity, and I guess that's what it felt like… Sort of like she had her own gravitational force pulling on me, strong strong strong, pulling me to her. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to be something to her, because she had just become everything. I would be whatever it was she needed out of me.

And I didn't even know her name.

I sat impatiently through the rest of class, focusing on only her now.

She was dainty with lighter skin than a lot of the people you saw around here. Her hair was short and black; spiky, sticking out in different directions around her head. The front was pinned back by a bright blue barrette. She wore a yellow shirt with a chunky pink necklace. In front of her was an open sketch book with some notes and small drawings scribbled on the pages showing. Her dark eyes, wide and almost tilted, followed Mrs. Williams around the room.

God, who was she?

I decided to find out. I was trying to judge how much of a disturbance I would cause if I leaned over and asked her for her name when the bell rang. I could hear the hallelujah chorus.

My books were already stacked, ready for me to grab so I could make the quickest retreat possible, but I lingered, waiting for the girl to gather her books. I noticed she was reading a book by Anne Rice – The Vampire Lestat. I almost laughed out loud.

She rounded the table and as she walked by me, I said hi to her. She looked at me with wide dark eyes and the corner of her top lip pulled up in a less than friendly sort of sneer. She walked past me.

I fell into step next to her. "I'm Seth. What's your name?"

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a sort of bored, irritated expression on her face. "Go away, please."

"Are you new?" I asked.

"I'm only going to say it nicely once."

"I guess that's a 'no', then, huh?"

She wheeled around to face me, unoccupied hand on her hip. "Look, I don't know who you are –,"

"Seth Clearwater."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Leave me alone, okay? You're annoying."

Ouch. I watched the crowd of people swallow her whole as she walked down the hallway, feeling a lot more hurt and rejected than I should have.