ok so i was getting really anxious and i wanted to post my first chapter. I hope you all like this!! please review and tell me what you think of it because if you review then i will post more sooner!!!

Chapter 1

Imprintee

After I got settled in my home again I was ready to start school. I know I was a little bit more enthusiastic about it than a normal teenager would be, but that's only because I never actually had the chance to go to a real high school. I just had a private tutor teach me in the hospital. It's the beginning of the school year and today, September twentieth, I'm going to La Push High School. I know that I will get a lot of stares and stuff because of my abnormally pale skin and from how skinny I am. I'm prepared for that. But I am not going to tell people that I used to have cancer. I would only have friends because they felt bad for me and I want to meet people and have friends that like me for who I am. So, hopefully I can find enough courage in myself to meet new people, nice people.

I looked inside of my closet for something to wear to school. My hair had grown more since I came home from the hospital, and now it touches my shoulders. I took a couple of deep breaths, feeling my nerves start to get the best of me. What if people thought I was strange? I mean I know some kids might not like me, but there had to be at least a couple decent people in this small town that would like to get to know me. As I nervously searched through my closet for a good first impression outfit, I bit my nails. It's a habit of mine.

I heard someone's footsteps walk into the room behind me, but I paid no attention to it because I was too paranoid about my clothing situation.

"Ali," I heard my little brother's voice call.

I sighed, "What's up Kevin," I tried to stay as calm as I possibly could so that I wouldn't take my frustration out on him.

"I can't find Buddy anywhere," he said in his four year old innocent voice.

I turned around and half smiled, getting down on my knees and picking up the covers of my bed sheets, revealing the golden lab named Buddy. I remember when we first got him before I got sick and he was just a puppy. But he's obviously grown over the past two years.

"Buddy!" Kevin exclaimed and the dog ran to his side.

"Next time try and keep him downstairs with you, ok? I don't need dog fur all over my rug."

He smiled and nodded his head, hurrying down the stairs with Buddy quickly following after him. I chuckled and went back to getting ready for my first day of high school.

So since I couldn't drive a car because I never learned my mother dropped me off at school. I told her I could walk since the house was only about a block away from the school, but she insisted that she drive me on my first day.

As she pulled into the parking lot I felt my stomach starting to fill up with butterflies and I gulped. Seeing all of the people there walking in with a huge bunch of friends while I was alone made me feel self conscious.

"Do you want me to pick you up after school is over?" my mom asked.

"Umm…" I thought about it for a moment, "No, I can walk."

She smiled and kissed my cheek, "Have a great first day and make lots of friends."

I grinned even though I felt kind of like a five year old on their first day of preschool. After about three minutes of me sitting there staring at the school with my hand on the car door I decided to suck it up and stepped out of the car, grabbing my bag from the passenger's seat I was just sitting in.

I looked back in the car once and waved goodbye to my mom and heard a couple of laughs and some people saying, "Her mom drove her to school?" and, "She looks anorexic."

Anorexic, hm, interesting I guess I'm not going to be able to escape the stereotype based people. I mean really, I love food, but after two years of basically feeling too sick to eat nothing more than a few crackers and some pathetic hospital food you kind of don't look like the healthiest person around.

I slowly walked through the hall way and searched for the office and I figured by the door that said, 'Office,' I was off to a good start. My hands started to shake as I opened up the door and got my first taste of the staff at this school. The women behind the desk had on old fashioned, big glasses and her hair was pulled up into a not so nice looking bun and yet she looked like she was in her thirties.

When she recognized my presence in the room she directed with her hand for me to come over and I weakly smiled, handing her a form that my mother told me to give to the staff when I got there. She slowly scanned it and while I waited I stared up at the clock and tapped my fingers on the desk.

"Alyssa is it?" she stared up from her glasses at me.

"Mhm," I shakily replied. Why was I so nervous about this? I mean I was always outgoing and confident and now I'm suddenly freaking out.

"Here's your schedule, your books, and your locker number," she smiled and handed me a piece of paper and some hard covered books, "Have a nice day."

I stared down at the paper for a moment, "Thank you," I said and then I slowly headed out of the office and searched for my locker.

"Eight fifty four," I muttered to myself as I scanned each individual locker. People stared at me, but I just ignored them and kept my eyes on the map of the school I was given. I groaned, "This is so confusing."

And as if on cue I noticed someone was standing in front of me, "Need help?" they generously offered and I picked my head up only to see a tall tan girl with curly, dark hair, blue eyes, and a pretty smile.

"Yeah, um…I'm looking for locker number eight fifty four, do you know where that might be by any chance?" I asked.

She looked down at the paper and nodded, "Yeah it's close to my locker, follow me," she started to walk and I followed after her, "So, today's your first day, huh?"

I nodded, "Well at this school, I mean I've been living in La Push for a while, but…" I searched for the right thing to say to her, "But I used to be home schooled…" I lied.

"Home schooled, interesting," she held out her hand, "I'm Dominica by the way."

I shook her hand, "Alyssa, Ali for short."

"Welcome to La Push High School Ali," she smiled warmly at me and I immediately knew that she and I would get along very well.

"Thanks," I looked down at the floor for a second as we walked through the hall. Suddenly, I heard a bunch of husky laughs in the distance and thinking that they were laughing at me I looked over at them. I was immediately surprised by what I saw. There were about six huge, muscular guys standing there. All of them had the same russet colored skin and the same dark cropped hair. What confused me was that they all looked like they were in their twenties and they were about six feet tall at least.

"Well this is your locker," my thoughts were interrupted by Dominica's voice and I turned my attention to her with a smile on my face.

"Thank you for being so nice," I managed to say.

"It's no problem at all."

I glanced over at the big group of guys again and my eyes were glued to one of the tallest ones who had the most beautiful smile.

Dominica chuckled when she realized who I was staring at, "Yeah those are the Quileutes," she said and I found myself struggling to pay attention to her again.

"You mean the Native American tribe?" I asked.

She nodded, "But don't be fooled, they may look intimidating, but from what I've seen they're just a regular group of teenage boys."

I chuckled and started to open my locker. Luckily I got it open on the first try, good with my hands I guess.

"So, I was wondering maybe we could sit together at lunch?" Dominica asked and I was surprised that she was still standing next to me.

"Yeah, that would be great," I put away some of the books I figured I wouldn't need since by the looks of it I had English first. That was a good subject to me.

"Well I have to get to my locker, but I'll see you at lunch!" she exclaimed.

"Ok, see you later and thanks again for the help."

She nodded and then walked over to her locker.

I sighed and looked down at my schedule again so I would know where I was heading exactly for my first class.

When I finally found the classroom I was looking for I realized I was late. Well that's just great, you walk into class late on your first day so everyone can get a good look at you.

I saw that the teacher was already discussing something and I put my now sweaty palm on the door knob and slowly opened the door. As I took my first steps inside of the classroom, I could tell that everyone's eyes were on me, but I paid no attention to them as I walked up to the teacher.

"Ummm…" I twiddled my thumbs for a moment, "I'm sorry I'm late….i just got…l-lost," of course I had to stutter. I heard a couple of people start to laugh at me as I sat there with a pool of sweat forming on my forehead. How embarrassing…

The teacher raised his eyebrows at me, "I'll let you off easy since it's your first day, but next time I won't let it slide. There should be an empty desk in the back over there," he pointed in the direction of the empty desk and I started to walk slowly, keeping my eyes forward.

Some people were whispering and probably thought I wouldn't be able to hear them, but I knew what they were saying. It didn't really matter to me what they thought though because those types of people don't matter to me.

I sat down in the desk, almost falling on my face in the process, and then I took out the book and turned to the page that was written on the board. My eyes wandered around the room for a slight second and then when I saw this huge boy sitting next to me, staring straight at me I started to feel uncomfortable. I immediately turned away from him and started to blush. He was that kid in the hall with the beautiful smile. And he was really really-

"Cute," I blurted out, not realizing that I said it out loud until a couple of heads turned towards me.

I groaned and then I rested my head on the desk to hide from the other people around me.

"Ms. Harris?" the teacher called my name about a minute later and my head shot up.

"Hm?" I responded.

"Have you studied Shakespeare before?" he asked me.

I remember Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet. My tutor taught me about him, "Yes," I answered.

"Good, then you will have no trouble with what I'm teaching, right?"

I nodded and he turned back towards the board. He was talking about Romeo and Juliet and since I already knew a lot about that I got bored really quickly. I glanced over at the cute guy again and realized that he was still staring at me with the same stunned expression on his face. Was there something wrong with him? Or was it me?

I smiled and blushed in embarrassment. A low chuckling sort of noise came out of his mouth. Yep, there was obviously something wrong with me. He was too amazingly handsome to ever have something wrong with him…

Embry's POV

So, I figured today would be like any other day. I heard a lot of chatter about this new girl who supposedly looked anorexic or something. I don't know people these days are very judgmental. When I reached my English class I took my usual seat in the back behind Quil and slumped in my seat in hopes that I would be able to sleep a little bit since I haven't gotten much shut eye lately because of all the patrolling I was doing around the area. I yawned and rested my head on my hand.

"Catching some z's," I heard Quil ask me.

"Yeah," I said without bothering to open my eyes.

The bell rang and I immediately went into hibernate mode. In the background I heard the door suddenly open, but I remained still.

"Umm…," a girl's voice said and my eyes opened, "I'm sorry I'm late…I just got…l-lost," she stuttered and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my entire life.

"I'll let you off easy since it's your first day, but next time I won't let it slide. There should be an empty desk in the back over there," the jerk off teacher said to her and pointed to the back towards me.

I looked to the left and realized that that seat was empty. Immediately I straightened up and smiled as she started to walk to the back of the room, keeping her eyes on the back wall. Her hair bounced as she took each step carefully and her hazel colored eyes were breathtakingly beautiful. But they were right, she did look extremely skinny.

When she sat down in the seat next to me I let out a deep sigh and suddenly nothing else mattered, but her. Gravity shifted and she was now holding my world in place. For the first time in my life I felt complete.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of the beautiful creature next to me as her eyes wandered around the room and when she realized that I was staring at her she blushed and turned away. I smiled at her rosy cheeks that stood out against her pale skin.

"Cute," I heard her say and wondered if she was talking about me, but knowing that it was a huge possibility that she could be talking about Quil too…who knows…one could only hope. She rested her head on the desk and people around us started to laugh. I wanted to rip all of their throats out for being cruel to her, but I couldn't just do that now…maybe later.

"Ms. Harris?" the asshole up front asked.

"Hm," she straightened up and a huge whiff of her perfume lingered through the air around her. It smelled like lavender and it smelled so amazing to me.

"Have you studied Shakespeare before?"

I examined her features and her small, delicate fingers started tapping on the desk nervously.

"Yes," she replied and it sounded like chimes. I replayed the sound over and over again in my head.

"Good, then you will have no trouble with what I'm teaching, right?"

I saw her bob her head up and down and the teacher went back to his boring lecture on how Romeo was a hero and how Juliet was a beautiful damsel in distress. Crap like that. What a pedophile.

She turned her head towards me again and I smiled when our eyes met. Again, she pulled away and her cheeks turned a deep red shade. I chuckled from how cute she looked when she blushed. Suddenly I didn't feel tired anymore because I was way too happy to feel tired. I had to talk to this girl, I wanted to know her name and know everything about her because she was, after all, my imprintee.