Okay, so if you've read a story with the same name on LadyBugGirl's profile, this is the same story. LadyBugGirl is me. She is me, and we are we. Together we is me. Am I making sense? No? Good. BUT, the last chapter, chapter 14 will be the last chapter, which I never posted on my other profile. So it's a brand new chapter that just might be a segway to the sequel! So review to tell me to hurry up finishing posting all the chapters, because I might not post them all at the same time. Bahahaha! I'm so mean!
Anyway! I started thinking to myself, "What is one of the wolves imprinted, and the girl liked someone else?" Since I already like writing imprint stories, this idea just kept nagging at me until I sat down and pretty much planned out half the story in five minutes. So here goes!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but a very strange colored aura...
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Lacey's POV
First day at a new school. Crap. I hate new schools. Don't get me wrong, I want to make a good impression, but somehow I always manage to make a bad first impression. And those are really hard for some people to get over…
I sighed and opened my closet. I picked out my favorite shirt. It was white with a big picture of the Earth with eyes and a body, wearing a recycle shirt. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans. And my sister banged on my door. "Lacey!" she whined. "Hurry up! I don't want to walk to school alone!"
I rolled my eyes. "Wait two seconds okay?" I groaned. Why did Dad have to move us back to La Push? We left when I was only a baby, and I hadn't so much as visited since then. Dad said he needed a change of pace, but I knew the truth. He's been missing Mom more than ever. But why now?
"Lace!" Missy yelled. I groaned and rolled my eyes again, pulling a brush through my strawberry-blonde hair. My skin was light, with a faint hint of the Quileute's trademark russet skin, and my eyes were a dark brown, but my hair was definitely going to stand out here.
I opened my door, grabbing my "Save the Whales" messenger bag. Looking at my sister, I realized that if you had to pick the girl from La Push, you would pick my sister. With darker skin, long, dark brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes, she looked a lot more like our dad, whereas I took after our mother somewhat.
"Let's go!" Missy said, pulling me out the door. As soon as we weren't in the house anymore she let go of my arm. "Why are you wearing that?" she asked, eyeing my shirt.
I stuck out my chin defiantly. "I like it."
She snorted. "Well, obviously," she said. "But why?"
I ignored her the rest of the way to school.
When we got to school, we walked into the office to get our schedules.
"What classes do you have!?" Missy asked as soon as we got the little slips of paper. She compared mine to hers. "We don't have any classes together," she exclaimed happily. I rolled my eyes. Duh. I'm a Junior, she's a Sophomore. Of course we don't have classes together. I snatched my schedule from her and headed to where they said my locker was.
I put in the combination the lady in the office had given me. I heard something inside the locker click, signaling that I had given the right combination, but the door wouldn't open.
I jiggled the handle. Nothing. I pulled on it as hard as I could. Mother of fudge. Did the world hate me? I sighed.
"Need some help?" a voice behind me asked. I turned to see a really good looking guy standing behind me. He was tall, really tall, and looked like he was on freaking steroids. He has dark, cropped hair and deep brown eyes. I smiled slightly. "Sure," I said, "But I don't think it's opening," I said, with a small wave toward my locker, standing aside.
He grabbed the handle on my locker, jiggled it, and lifted the handle a little. After what looked like a lot of pulling, he got it to open.
"There," he said, grinning. "I opened it."
"Thanks," I said. "But maybe I should just ask the lady at the front for another locker.
The guy shook his head. "No more lockers," he said. "Like, seriously, that one was only vacant because nobody wants it."
I rolled my eyes. "Just my luck," I said.
"It's cool," he said. "I have this locker right here, so maybe I can help you out. I'm Brady by the way."
I smiled. "I'm Lacey."
Brady looked at the clock. "First period's going to start in a few minutes. We don't really have a bell system here, so we should get going. What class do you have?"
As it turned out, we both had the same English class first period, and he showed me how to get there.
After choosing my seat (Brady very conspicuously pointed to the seat next to him while pretending not to be looking. I rolled my eyes and sat there.), I listened to the teacher talk about a book I've already read for about five minutes before a note landed next to my elbow.
Hi.
I looked at Brady who was, once again, looking very conspicuously in another direction. I rolled my eyes, again, and laughed.
Hi.
Wanna sit with us at lunch?
Us?
Me and my friends.
Sure, it's not like I have anyone else to sit with.
Gee, thanks.
I grinned. Then the teacher shot Brady a look and we didn't talk for the rest of the period.
Brady wasn't in any of my classes after that until History, the class before lunch. There were assigned seats in there, and Brady was on the opposite side of the room from me. I had talked to a couple of people in my other classes, but no one too interesting.
When the teacher dismissed us, Brady walked over to me. "Come on," he said. "I want you to meet my friends. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me all the way into the cafeteria.
"Hey guys!" He said loudly, sitting in a seat at a table near the back and pulling me into the seat next to him. "This is Lacey! She's new!"
"Oh yeah, you're in one of my classes!" Another guy said. "I'm Seth."
As Brady introduced me to everyone, I realized that they all looked a lot alike. Tall, really, buff, with the same cropped black hair and brown eyes. But somehow they were all…different.
"And this is Jacob, and Embry, and Quil, and this is my buddy Collin. Collin? Hello, earth to Collin?"
Collin was staring at me with an unfathomable expression. It was almost…adoring? No, that couldn't be it. He didn't know me. But it was so strange. I realized I was staring back at him when Brady grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the hallway.
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