So I'd like to thank my two reviewers, QueenoftheWitches and Volturi Princess! Nice to know I have royalty following my story, so this chapter is in honor of the two of you. ENJOY!

And a quick Author's Note this is during the mid-end of Eclipse moving into the beginning of Breaking Dawn, so some of the events will have added characters, nothing too drastic, I promise.

Seth's POV:

Mr. Wright was talking about some battle, some unimportant battle that happened three thousand years ago, and a battle that didn't matter to me. There were no Quileute men magically transforming into werewolves, ripping apart any vampires preying on the innocent colonial people.

I had a future in writing, if this whole "being a werewolf for the rest of your life and protecting La Push" thing didn't go to well. Although…. I don't think that story would be the best to write, with Sam and this whole big secret. Sometimes having a big Alpha mighty lord breathing down your neck could be really annoyi—

What was that irritating poking feeling?

I shrugged it off and began to think about my career and being published, maybe I could make the story Sci-Fi! And I could put green alien people with a queen, Roxanna, who had an iron fist and a great rack. Then—

UGH! Not again! This was seriously pissing me off!

I turned my head to tell the person next to me to kindly piss off when I noticed the biggest, most beautiful hazel eyes in the world. They had small green flecks in them, contrasting wonderfully with the silk tan skin that belonged to whoever this amazing goddess was.

She opened her mouth and started to talk, she was talking to me. My face broke out into a wide smile, she had spoken to me. Life was so-Wait what had she said?

Oh, crap, smooth. I heard someone else talking but their voice didn't matter, but I was too busy admiring my angel's features. She had silky dark brown hair that fell down past her shoulders, she was wearing a blue color that off set her perfect skin, her nose was small and adorable, her eyebrows were lifted in a-

"!"

GOD! WHAT NOW?

Taking a deep breath, I turned back to Mr. Wright, keeping my eyes on my angel.

"Yes sir?" I said as innocently as possible, out of the corner of my eye I saw a blush color her cheeks.

"Can you tear your eyes away from Miss Miller to tell me what piece of land General Burgoyne captured in WHAT year?"

Oh….. Well….. I squirmed in my chair as Mr. Wright raised his thinning eyebrows. I opened my mouth to tell him I didn't know the answer before I heard a faint, beautiful whisper, "Fort Ticonderoga in 1777."

Smiling, I said, "Uhm….Fort Ticonderoga? 1777?"

Mr. Wright blinked quickly before muttering to himself and said loudly to the class, "Yes…Well… Back to the Battle of Yorktown!"

Haha, I thought in the back of my head, Owned. I heard the most adorable sound and turned my head instinctively to … I had to learn her name. My smile grew wider as her eyes met mine, I sighed inwardly. She smiled back, but it didn't reach her eyes, like she wasn't genuinely happy. What had I done wrong? I could feel myself frowning, and she raised her eyebrows.

Suddenly a loud piercing sound filled the air, that damn bell. It had been irritating before I'd started to phase, but with my hypersensitive hearing and BS it was especially annoying.

Before I could stand there was a pile of books laying in my lap. I could hear a faint voice but there was only one thing that I could concentrate on now: Aria loves Jack. Before I could stop myself I was shaking.

Aria, MY Aria, had a boyfriend? I growled quietly to myself. I was going to kill him; I was going to rip him to shred- Wait. Aria? Aria Miller? Aria, my best friend, Aria? That was impossible, I couldn't imprint on my best friend who had moved away from La Push eight years ago. Of all the sick jokes, that would top them all.

"Seth?" My head snapped up to Aria and my shaking ceased, I took a second to study through the features that had already been so clearly etched in my brain. I flashed back to a moment eight years ago and the same face looked back at me.

"Aria?" I asked, hoarsely.

She nodding, biting her lip. This was impossible. I remembered our favorite childhood show and looked at her hesitantly before asking, "Elephant?"

Her eyes brightened, "Yes, wolf?"

My whole face erupted into a giant smile and before I knew it I was wrapping her in a large hug.

"ARIA!" I exclaimed. "You're back here in La Push! With me!" Forever, I added mentally.

She groaned quietly before bluntly saying, "Don't remind me." My eyebrows knitted together in confusion; did she not want to be with me?

She shook her head and smiled, spreading warmth through my entire body. "I'll tell you about it later."

I grinned, and then remembered we had to get class… Dammit.

I frowned, "What class do you have next?" I'd walk her to class, I didn't care if I was late, and as long as I could make sure that she got there safely.

She bit her lip pensively, "English, Room…32B?"

YES! I screamed mentally, and smiled again…. My cheeks hurt.

"SO DO I!" I grabbed her hand quickly, and tugged her towards the door.

I shook of the small and exhilarating feeling that shocked my hand, if I thought about it too much I'd stop breathing. I heard her heartbeat quicken and I turned to smile back at her, had I done that? Was that healthy, was she okay? I frowned again; I'd take her to the hospital if she wasn't okay.

I pulled her through the door and we sat down in two open seats near the front of the class.

Aria was introduced to everybody briefly in the beginning of the class, and then our teacher announced our newest book, Much Ado about Nothing. Everyone else in the class groaned, but I could see a small smile spread across Aria's face. Did she like Shakespeare?

I would read every Shakespeare play in this school's pathetic library so I could know as much as she did. Something to show her that I was worthy of her, that I deserved her, even though I wasn't. Nobody was, but if there was one person that was the best for her, it was me. I knew that, and someday would Aria, too. I hoped.

English was usually was my favorite class, but with Aria here I couldn't pay any attention. I watched her through the whole class. Every time she looked at me, instead of looking away, I'd smile at her and she'd shake her head and blush.

The bell rang again, signaling to us that it was third block. LUNCH! I shoved my books into my backpack quickly and threw it over my shoulder. I waited patiently as Aria finished whatever paragraph she was reading.

"He's such an ass," she muttered to herself, not ungluing her eyes from the page.

"Who's an ass?" I asked automatically. Two big orbs of green snapped up and looked at me, blinking rapidly.

"Seth…. What're you doing here?" She asked carefully.

"You do realize we're in school, right? We sorta have a class right now, and the teacher's a real hard ass," I smirked.

"Oh crap!" She screamed as she looked around and realized that there was, in fact, no one in the room. Suddenly she was throwing her books into her bag and cursing me off. Turned on.

"WELL! What's the teacher's name?" I blinked then, realizing that Aria had been talking to me. I was going to have to stop daydreaming about her while she was attempting to talk to me like a normal human being, not that she understood the irony of that situation.

I smiled, and her eyes narrowed, "Is this funny? My first day here and I'm already five minutes late! AND I'm strolling in there with a boy. Donovan is going to ki—"

"Her name's Ms. Hilson, she's been the tribal school's lunch lady for the past thirty years, it's really quite a touching story," I nodded for emphasis.

"Let me get this straight," Aria said in a low voice. "This is our LUNCH period?"

I nodded, grinning.

"Ugh. You're such a freak, Seth Clearwater," she smiled as she shook her head. I chuckled darkly, simultaneously pushing her out the door and muttering a quick, you have no idea.

The walk to the cafeteria was a peaceful silence, not uncomfortable or anything, just quiet. I could hear the boys laughing obnoxiously about something, possibly at Kim's expense; from where Aria and I were standing I could already see the blush crawling up her cheeks.

I smiled down at Aria, who was looking around the cafeteria, eyes wide. When her eyes met mine and she smiled I melted and my smile grew larger.

"Not him too," a familiar voice grumbled. I rolled my eyes and pushed Aria towards the table.

"Hello, Seth," Embry started, wiggling his eyebrows; my eyes narrowed. "Aren't you going to introduce us to your newest friend?"

"God, Embry. You're such a tool. I can hear everything you're saying, I have a brain," Aria said exasperated. Embry's jaw dropped as the rest of the table choked back a laugh.

"Do we know each other? Your voice is annoyingly familiar," he smiled, ignoring my low growl at his small insult.

She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips before turning to me, "You. Now Embry. I'm gonna go home and Donovan's not gonna remember who I am." I smiled apologetically.

"Donovan? As in Donovan Miller? How would you know Donovan Miller? His family moved away like twelve years ago," he said, biting into a turkey burger.

Aria rolled her eyes, and put her hands on her hips. "We moved eight years ago, toolface." I couldn't help it; I started to laugh at the looks of shock on everybody's face.

"No way," Paul said, his eyes travelling up and down Aria's figure. I snarled quietly, he smirked at me and started to laugh what could only be described as a cackle, "You're so screwed, dude."

Hi everybody! I just want to thank you all for reading this, it's a bit rough around the edges, but it's my first time doing an imprint story, please bare with me. I'd also really appreciate it if you could REVIEW as much as possible with anything. I've made sure that you can leave anonymous reviews, but don't hesitate to be totally honest with me!Huff&Puff!