Hey! Sorry it took so long for this chapter to get up...if anyone is reading this at all. Just to be clear, because this is CANON and an Embry imprint story, I have it so that this takes place shortly after the Volturi Showdown. In case any of you are wondering. Jake, Nessie, and the rest of the packs will be in the story, as Embry is a part of Jake's pack, but the pack will be based in La Push. Unlike some other fanfics, I don't want Jacob's pack to be the 'Cullen Pack' They are still representing La Push though not the Uley's. I still do not have a beta so there might be mistakes in there...If you are interested though let me know! I changed title from Know to Love Between Worlds. The summary has also been changed a bit!

~Shriya

Chapter 2: Crush

crush

/krʌʃ/

noun

1.

informal

a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable.

"she did have a crush on Dr Russell"

synonyms

infatuation,obsession,love,passion,

I didn't remember much of that day. After I was hit by the freak football, my sister rushed me to that hospital/clinic thing that they had in Forks and had me checked out. Even though the doctor had assured her that I did not have a concussion, that didn't seem to be enough for Maya.

The next two days, she officially became the Sister Nurse. And it annoyed the shit out of me. However, I couldn't bring myself to be mad at her, because inside all that brattiness and pink- she actually cared.

Really, there was only one part of that day I couldn't forget. His eyes. Just thinking about them sent the butterflies flying into a frenzy. No, they weren't butterflies, they were elephants.

I just couldn't forget the smears of peanut butter in the chocolatey orbs of his eyes. Him.

I didn't know why I couldn't get him out of my mind. Every time I turned a corner, I'd somehow see him in it. I didn't even know his name for crying out loud!

But just the thought of him made my heart beat erratic. I loved it.

"MEEEEENA!" a shrill shriek sounded downstairs.

Startled out of my stupor, I shouldered my backpack and ran down the stairs to see what was wrong.

"Where's my RedNoBorry lip gloss?!" My sister screeched throwing drawers open.

I shrugged and took a bite of my Maya's abandoned toast. It was our first day at the Quileute Valley Tribal School, AKA, La Push High. I honestly don't know what the big deal was about first days.

Girls threw themselves at the one local mall, desperately trying to look good. But when you're in high school, it's more like slut fest. I personally didn't care. That much.

Really, not even the tough-as-hell tomboys want to make a bad impression.

From the gossip I had picked up from the girl across the street, Mikayla,I think her name was, there's a La Push gang. Well, not really a gang. Apparently, the Elders, whoever they are, are fiercely defensive of the boys. No one really knew much about them other than the rumors that floated around the small rez. And that they were hot as hell.

According to Mikayla, most of them, except their leader, were in high school too. Downside- the single ones didn't give ANY girl a second glance.

Like I cared. More like, like I was allowed to care.

My parents weren't actually that bad. They stressed grades and were very adamant about things that I don't agree with, but I had a lot of freedom. I also had a lot of their trust.

That trust was my guilt trap.

Sure, I could do whatever I want. They can't physically stop me. But they trusted me. And it seemed so wrong to betray that trust.

After all, they just wanted the best for me. The problem in that was that their idea of best was way different from mine.

Somewhere in the background, I heard Maya screech a content, "I FOUND IT". With that I set out that the door, ready for my first day of La Push High.

I glanced up from my schedule to survey the scene.

I stood by my locker, trying to make sense of where in the world I was supposed to go next. You would think that in a school this small, its pretty hard to get confused.

But I, Meena Bala, accomplished the impossible feat.

As I looked through the throngs of students bustling through the hallways, I started to wonder how the hell my dad managed to get my sister and I into the school. It was a a tribal school after all, and every kid here was clearly Quileute.

But then again, I looked pretty Quileute. I had my dark hair, it looked jet black but was really the darkest of browns. Like his eyes. But without the gold.

My heart ached at the thought of him and my stomach started the now familiar double dutch routine. I wistfully wondered if he would be here. He looked Quileute enough to.

Snapping myself out of it, I shook my head with a sigh at my childish crush and went along my way, letting my locker slam behind me.

-x-x-*,,*-x-x-

When I arrived at the door of my first period class, I smiled. Language Composition.

At least my day would start with a class I liked.

I was the last one in, thanks to the several times I lost my way in the halls.

"Miss. Meena is it?" The tall man at front peered at me over him glasses. I was pretty sure he was Mr. James. Well, duh.

I nodded meekly.

"Would you introduce yourself to the class Meena?"

I nodded once again and made my way to the front of the room.

"Hey. My name is Meena Bala, and-" I was cut-off but the door swinging open.

A tall, tan, muscular boy stepped, his eyes frantically searching the room. His gaze settled on me, more specifically my eyes, and he stood there. Staring.

It was him.

Embry POV

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

After the girl's sister tore her away from the beach, carrying her unconscious figure to their car, I broke down.

I hurt her. I hurt my imprint.

I spent the rest of the weekend locked in my room, wallowing in self hatred.

It wasn't until Quil broke down my door and who she was that I came back to my senses. Somewhat.

I didn't even know her name. I didn't even know my imprint's name.

I was about to sink back into my self-pity party when Quil handed me the book.

""What is this?" I had asked with wide eyes.

"Her book," he said simply. I stared at him, my gaze pressing him for more information.

Quil sighed. "She dropped it, when, you know..." He paused, wondering whether I going to react to the mention of her being hit by my football.

I, however, was too distracted by my need to know more about her book.

"Look inside," he urged.

I fingered the cover. It was a majorly for dog eared copy of Jane Eyre. I tentatively flipped open the book, careful not to disturb the broken binding.

Property of Meena Bala

Meena. M-E-E-N-A. Meena.

"Meena," I whispered. The syllables danced across my lips, and it immediately became my new favorite word.

A night full of Meena themed dreams laters, I found myself rushing through halls of La Push High, scouring the crowds for Meena and trying to get to my Lang. class before Mr. James had an opportunity to give me detention for being late.

I had no time for detention. I had to find Meena.

As I neared his classroom, I felt a tug in the back of my neck, my thoughts of Meena pulsing through my head, more prominently than ever before.

It was then that I heard her voice.

"Hey. My name is Meena Bala-"

Before she could finish her sentence I had sent the door flying open. My eyes frantically searched the room, desperate to meet her gaze.

There she was, standing at the front of the room. Her eyes on me, her hand clasped awkwardly around her elbow.

It was her.

I hoped you liked the little insight into Embry's head. FYI- This fanfic will be mostly written in Meena's POV, but we will have Embry and other pack members often! REVIEW! PLEASE! I have 98 silent readers after one chapter and I'd REALLY LIKE TO HEAR FROM YOU! Now I know how authors feel when people like me (sheepish grin) don't review.