Chapter1
I had one picture in my locker. It was the only thing that made it look nice. I could add more but why? And one picture was plenty.
I pushed the rest of my books into my locker before shutting it. No homework on the first day I came here. That was a surprise. But I didn't argue.
I looked to my left and he was there. The one walking outside my house. Without the baby.
His hair was short and dark. His eyes were brown, matching his tan skin. He had to be at least six foot something. He was wearing a full outfit and shoes today.
I don't know why I kept staring. I don't know why he stared back, either. We never said a word to each other.
Seconds later, our eyes disconnected and I was walking away. I couldn't do this to Nick. I just couldn't. It wasn't right and he didn't deserve it.
But I couldn't admit that my heart wasn't hammering. I couldn't lie to myself... or Nick, and say that he wasn't cute. That he wasn't staring right back at me.
Seth
"What's it like... imprinting?" Seth asked, sitting down beside Jacob.
Jacob smiled, his eyes falling on Renesmee. "It's amazing. It's like... the best feeling in the world. You know... in that instant... that whoever you imprinted is the luckiest girl out there."
Renesmee hid her face in Jacob's neck, smiling. She loved him. More than anything. Mostly.
Seth sighed. Yeah. That was it. He'd imprinted. He knew that the second she walked away, feeling the sadness that went through him. She was the one... his everything.
"What? Is that not good enough for you?" Jake asked, looking over at Seth's expression.
Seth shrugged. "That's not what's bothering me."
"Then what is?"
Seth looked away, out at the water that moved as if life was simple. Easy. "I think I imprinted."
"You think? After all I said and you can't know for sure?"
Seth shrugged. "I don't even know her. It seems too... weird to be in love with her."
"That's the way an imprint works. And, some day, you'll appreciate falling for her." Jake said, getting to his feet.
"I don't want to imprint on her when I barely know her. She won't want to be with me." Seth said sadly. It was true. How was he going to convince a girl he didn't even know that he was a werewolf and that they were meant to be together? He might as well say he was crazy.
"Get to know her then ask her out when you know her better. That way, she won't freak out as much." He said, shrugging.
"Like that would be any less crazy." Seth mumbled. Telling anyone about werewolves was iffy. Some people found it crazy and insane. Others thought it was cool. Imprinting took that to another step.
Jake laughed. "I'm gonna take her home. Good luck with that girl."
Seth frowned and watched Jake leave. He would need more than luck.
Emma.
Why would he stare at me like that? And why did I feel... something?
All I did was look at him. Yeah, he was cute but he's probably dated plenty of girls before. So why did my heart hammer in my chest and my breathing grow heavy?
I couldn't like him. I promised myself I would fall in love.
I got into the car and sighed.
"How was school?" Mom asked, starting the car.
I couldn't tell her about the boy. I couldn't tell her that I actually liked him. For all she knew, Nick was the only guy I've ever loved. Or even dated for that matter. "It was... okay."
"You don't have any homework?"
I shook my head. "I was surprised, too. But the teachers said I could make it up in class."
"Any new friends?" She asked hesitantly. I knew she wanted a good answer but... I couldn't lie.
I looked over at her. "What do you think?"
She sighed. "I just thought people would be nice and talk to you."
"I think a boy likes me. But he didn't come talk to me." I said, wishing that didn't happen at all. Wishing I hadn't just told mom.
"Do you like him back?" She asked, looking over at me.
"Mom, you know I'm still dating Nick."
"But do you like him... this other boy?" She asked. Crap.
"I don't even know him. He's just another cute boy that I see." I said, looking out the windshield. Trying to tell my mom that I wasn't into him was hard. Could I even tell her I still loved Nick?
"Do you think you could still love Nick with all these miles between you?"
"I do. I know I do. It can work. He said he'd come visit me this summer." I said, biting my lip.
"What if he just... falls out of love?" Mom asked, taking my hand.
"Mom, I can't think about this. Not now." I said, shutting my eyes. I loved Nick. I loved him so much. So why was this so hard for me?
"You should, Emma. If things don't work out like you thought, don't you want to know went wrong?"
"We're not breaking up any time soon, mom. And I'm not going to think about that until the time comes." I said, taking my hand away. No way was I going to let her make me feel bad.
She pulled up at the house then, not saying anything more. Good. That's how I wanted it.
I got out and headed inside. There was a stack of mail on table. None of it was mine.
I headed to my room to find an envelope on my bed. From Nick. I plopped down and opened it.
'Em, you know I love you. A lot. But being so far away from you is so much more painful than either of us thought. I think we should take a break. If we can ever find a way to each other, maybe we can try again. I just think it's for the best. Write me back?'
I ripped up the letter without thinking and threw it in the trash can. He said he loved me in the last letter yet he didn't want to be with me now? Did mom know this was coming?
I moved to the window and stared out at the small town. I couldn't help the small sobs that I cried out.
I'd have to move on. I'd have to forget about him and whatever happened back home. I just needed to focus on now. On myself.
A wolf was laying close to the woods, it's head on it's paws. It was a sandy colored wolf, soft looking fur. When it saw me, it sat up and stared, brown eyes watching me from far away.
I knew those eyes. I'd seen them somewhere... today. How could that be possible? Surely, there wasn't a person in that wolf. Figuratively, speaking.
The wolf continued to stare until I turned away from it's view. That was weird. Too weird.
I slid into bed, not bothering to take my shoes off, and hid my face. I just wanted to sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe it would come with something better.
But I doubted it.
