"She cut him off?"
"Yeah! He didn't even get to say his name!"
Paul burst into laughter as Quil gave him the play by play of what happened earlier this morning. At least someone finds this funny. I had been miserable and confused all morning, and still am. It was an odd feeling, rejection. It's not something I'm used to. Yet there she was, the girl I've waited my whole life for, my soul mate…and she dismisses me? What kind of bull was this? Didn't she feel the connection? The gravity that pulled us towards each other? Damn, I sound like a sappy poet.
'And then she was all "If I ask your name, you give it" The combination of Quil talking in a squeaky voice and waving his index finger around was too much for everyone at the table and they all burst out laughing. Go ahead, enjoy yourselves, dumbassess. You'd think that once I imprinted, my jealousy for Paul, Jared, Jacob and Quil would have disappeared…but no, here it was as I watched Natalie bury her head in Paul's chest and Jared whisper something in Kim's ear, causing her to blush and giggle. They were both beyond happy, heck who wouldn't be when their imprint returns their feelings? I know I would be, but no….I just had to fall for an evil angel. As much I wanted to be annoyed with her, and hate her…I couldn't. Just thinking about her put a smile on my face, and every few minutes I'd sneak glances at her table, halfway across the cafeteria where she was surrounded by admiring females, just to catch a glimpse of that radiating beauty.
"She'll come around Em, don't worry about it." Jared reassured me, when he saw my quick glances.
"You're her soul mate, she can't deny you for long," Natalie pitched in.
"What if she does? What if she decided she doesn't want me at all?" I answered. It was enough pain now, and she didn't know my name yet, what would happen later? Would we at least become friends?
'Impossible." Jacob stated, "There's never been a case where the imprint has hated the imprinter."
"There's a first time for everything," I mumbled, getting out of my seat. The lunch bell was due to ring at any moment, and I wasn't going to stick around waiting for the exit doors to cram. I hit up my next class, and spent 10 lonely minutes there as the first student. By time my classmates dragged themselves into the room, I was out of it. I was obsessed, clearly obsessed. Would Christine give me a chance to prove myself? Would she at least let me get to know her? I acknowledged the teacher entering the room, but my mind didn't pay attention to his words.
I now knew how Leah felt. I mean, I knew it was difficult for her, being unwanted by someone she was in love with, but this pain was slightly unbearable. And to think she went through this for years! It seemed impossible to live through it now, but I'm determined to get through this. I could easily coax her; I mean I had previously luck with a few senior girls…that was, before their boyfriends decided to butt in. How could I flatter her? Singing? No, I didn't exactly have Justin Timberlake's voice. I could leave her notes in her locker, but she would think I was a stalker. Not a stalker baby, just some one who wants to be aware of your every move.
Ok, so neither singing nor leaving her letters was going to work, I had to figure what type of a girl she was, and what she liked. I'm pretty sure we have very little in common, but hey opposites attract.
A fantasy situation popped into my head, and I let myself drift off with it…
The sunset was slowly fading and nighttime was falling upon us. We lay on top of a car, the owner unknown and I shifted my weight so I could easily stare at the person next to me. I stared down at the beauty in my arms, her face hidden from me by a curtain of dark hair. She turned to her side and smiled up at me, her teeth shining against the shadowy background. My fingers brushed against her face, caressing her cheek and sweeping her hair out of the way.
"I love you Christine," I whispered, my thumb rubbing her bottom lip.
"I love you too Embry," She answered back, before kissing my thumb. My heart jumped at her words, and I couldn't help crushing my lips to hers.
"Embry Call," She sighed once I retrieved my lips from hers. I love the way she said my name, somehow it sounded better when she said it.
"Embry Call," She repeated, this time slightly annoyed.
My brows came together in confusion.
"Embry Call!" She yelled, but the voice coming out of her mouth didn't belong to her.
"Embry Call!"
I opened my eyes to see every face in the class starring at me, some amused, most trying to hold back laughs.
"Care to give us your opinion on the topic Mr. Call?" I snapped my head up and met my teacher's amused gaze. Shit.
"I agree with whatever your opinion is, you are the teacher after all." I replied, my voice still husky from the daydream.
"If that's so, explain why you agree." He pushed on.
I looked past him at the board, but there were no clues to help me, instead the black board was blank except for Chuck Boris written in the very center.
"Because you're the teacher, duh" There were giggles and chuckles across the room, and Mr. Boris' face reddened.
"Looks like you don't want to answer the question Mr. Call; you'll be joining me after school so we can go over this." He spoke through his teeth, and walked back to the front class to continue the lesson.
"Great," I mumbled under my breath. Just another reason for mom to be upset with me, I have to learn to focus more, I'm suppose to be trying to convince Mom I'm not a rebel or some good kid gone bad. It was bad enough that she was suffering because of me being a werewolf; I'm not going to make her suffer because of anything else.
The bell brought me out of my thoughts and I exited the room in a hurry, heading over to my favorite class of the day.
I swear there are times when I think this school is low on funds or something. The locker and change rooms were tiny, and somehow they expected grown teenage boys to not only change in there but show in there as well. I strode in, pushed my way through a group of guys, (being friends with Paul and Jared had its ups), and slipped into my gym strip in record time.
Gym class was always the same, the guys on the left shooting hoops or whatnot, and the girls on the right sitting on the bleachers gossiping. There were always a few exceptions, Stacy for one. She and I had known each other since we were kids, heck she was friends with the whole La Push gang but me and her were very close, she is my only female best friend. I had never in my life met a more independent, strong, sporty girl; she gave half of the guys in the school a run for their money. I looked over to the left side, just in time to see her playing a game of basketball against Vince, one of the cockiest guys in school. He stood in front of her, blocking her view of the hoop, but being the animated runner she is, she swept past him and scored. I grinned and clapped my hands, walking towards them.
"Not bad, not bad at all." I smiled at her, as she glared at me.
"Whatever Em, its not like you can do better." She accused.
"Ha! How many times have I schooled you in basketball?"
"That's nothing compared to how many times I've put your ass to rest!"
I didn't argue back, there was no point, trying to deny Stacy was better than me was like trying to deny we would all die one day. Although in all the games we've played against each other, I've strained away from using my werewolf advantages. She didn't need to know…
'What type of shoes do you wear?" Vince came up from behind us and stared at Stacey. He was pretty tall, but not tall as me, and was on the basketball team, yet somehow he just managed to get put to shame by a female.
"Reebok." Stacy answered. "But its not the shoes, it's the skills.
"Don't give me that crap." He clenched his jaw. "You're hiding something.
"Dude get over yourself." I said impatiently. "So what, she's better than you. Can't you accept it?"
I never got my answer, or maybe I did, but my mind was instantly elsewhere. Opposite of my, on the far right side a door opened, and out stepped an angel. Christine entered the gym, and I swear my heart stopped beating. Her hair was pulled up and somehow the t-shirt and shorts the girls wore for this class, looked like designer attire on her. She was, just like lunch, surrounded by a group of girls, and they moved around her, circling her like a cyclone. My eyes stayed on her the whole period. Watching her like a lion protecting his lioness, I became aware of her every move. She was swift her on legs, gliding across the floor as she played a game of basketball with a few other girls.. Like any human she made mistakes, and misses, but she covered them up efficiently with her cute giggles and laughs. I watched anxiously as Stacey and Vincent started another game nearby Christine. Every second the ball got near her, I made a move to go rescue her, but the ball never ended up touching her, somehow it never got near her. Thankfully the bell rang, signaling the end of the class and the end of the day. I walked back to the change rooms, and I turned my head to catch one last glimpse of Christine before going inside. Then it happened. Vincent made an aggressive throw and the basketball bounced off the headboard, and rushed at Christine. Someone yelled "duck!" but she made no move, obviously not hearing. My feet dashed across the gym, and I grabbed her petite figure in my hands, twirling her out of the way of the ball. A few cheers could be heard around the gym but my eyes were locked onto Christine's dark wide eyes.
"What's your name?" She asked, still locked on my gaze.
"Embry. Embry Call." I answered back, not wanting to break eye contact.
She twisted herself out of my arms, and stared at me oddly.
"Embry? What an odd name." Without that, she twirled around and walked back to her group of worried friends, leaving me stunned, shocked, but most of all hurt…
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