I do not own Twilight!
Clary's POV:
I wake up panting, the terror from my dream riping through me. It all felt so real...
I place a hand over my heart and will the memory of my nightmare to fade, I concentrate on the rapid beating of my heart until it slows and returns to normal. I glance at the clock and roll my eyes because it is 7:00 am, there is no use in me returning to sleep when I have my 8:00am class soon anyways so I quietly click off my alarm so it does not wake my roommate.
I shoot her an envious look at her dead slumber, so peaceful and oblivious to the world in her rock-like sleep like a regular sleeping beauty. I smile at the reference because my best friend really does sport an alikeness to the fairytale princess, just like she jokes that I am like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Oh yes, the princess and the bookworm. I shake my head and sigh. I power on my phone and as expected there is a text message and a voicemail from Zach, I ignore the voicemail immediately but flip up the text in curiosity.
Clare-bear...I did not mean what I said. Please forgive me, babe. You know how I can be and how I love you, you are my girl and I never want that to change. I just get so frustrated sometimes because your body teases me everytime you shut me down, it is like torture. But you are my girl. Have lunch with me in the dining hall today at 12, I will make it up to you and show you that you will always be my number one girl.
I sigh again, text back a quick Alright, and then I walk over to the sink and wash my face. Staring at my reflection, I look so pale and borderline ghostly. God, who else would want to date you anyways? My reflection scowls back at me in disgust and I look away to go find clothes to change into to get ready for class. After changing into something decent, I eat breakfast and drink a cup of herbal tea before I head to my biology lab.
Walking briskly across campus, I get to the classroom about fifteen minutes early and pull out my book because the professor has not even arrived yet. Settling into the seat I have chosen for the semester I flip open The Great Gatsby and continue reading the last chapter of the novel with the knowledge that Wuthering Heights is waiting to be cracked open in my bag after I have finished with Nick Carraway's explanations and opinions.
"Good book," a masculine voice rings out suddenly and I blink at the man now sitting next to me. No way...What are the odds that we would meet again on this big campus? Let alone be in the same class! Embry grins at my expression, which I am sure is attractive because I have to snap my mouth shut from my disbelief.
"Ye–" I clear my throat in attempt to sound clearer as I stare at him, bewildered. "Yes."
He snags the book from my stunned hands easily and turns to cover, raising an eyebrow at me with twinkling eyes. "The Great Gatsby, eh? Pray tell, what is so great about the Great Gatsby?"
I shake my head and smile at Embry. "Maybe you should read it and find out for yourself, Mr. Call." His smile broadens after I mention his last name.
"Maybe I will have to do that, Miss Clary." I shake my head and smile slightly as he hands me back my book. I continue reading a bit more even though I feel Embry's eyes watching me, until the chair across from Embry gets claimed and I glance up in curiosity. My eyes almost widen at the sight because the guy is just as big and muscular as Embry, oh no...not beef-heads. I get enough testosterone around Zach and all his frat brothers to last me a lifetime already.
"Howdy there," the guy grins at me and shakes himself off like a wet dog to rid himself of snowflakes that fell upon him outside. Oh dear, I can already tell he is going to be interesting. The class-clown type. "I am Quill," he announces in a horrible interrpretation of a French accent. I laugh and think of Keally, who has seems to have finally been beat in the category of bad attempts at accents.
"My name is Clary," I say with a small smile pulling at my lips and shut my book because the professor has arrived and is preparing for his lesson. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Quill."
I turn to put my book away in my bag while Embry and Quill begin speaking in a hushed voice.
"What do you mean he was gone already?" Embry's voice questions Quill and I can practically hear Quill's responding shrug. "Quill he cannot miss his classes, this is not high school anymore and we are actually paying for the education now."
"I know," Quill says easily. "But he is a wounded man, Embry."
"Yeah, well, he is about to be a wounded and indebt man with no education if he keeps this up. God, if Sam were here he would kick his butt."
"You know that is not true, the position Sam's at is wavering when it comes to Jake because of...you know," Quill replies and then they both fall silent while I am searching for a pencil. I know I put it in here somewhere. My hand closes over it just as I hear the seat in front of me scrape back in a new partners claim.
"Oh, keep your shirts. I am here aren't I?" Another masculine voice says to Embry and Quill and my heart sinks. Crap...I am the only girl at this table. I begin praying that he is not a beef-head but then I peer up at him as I rise back up in my seat. And then my heart stops not just because he is a beef-head but...oh my goodness...
I stare at this beautiful man before me and drop my pencil in awe not just because he is goregous but because there is something about him that causes my heart to stutter and race in a minutes time, he is like an oncoming heartattack on legs. And not only that but he was the one that ran into me and did not stop to apologize. The jerk! My mouth presses in a firm line and I narrow my eyes at him as he bend to pick up my pencil for me.
"Here you go, I believe you dropped th–" he drops off his sentence and his eyes widen as he looks at me for the first time, stunned. A strange look enters his breathtaking gaze that warms my insides.
"You were the one who ran into me last night," I blurt out with narrowed eyes pinning him in a look of cold-civilty. He just stares at me with a horrified look morphing onto his face. Maybe he is sorry? Ha. My mind laughs at the thought of Zach being sorry for something like that but I suppose it is possible.
"Jake," Embry calls out to him after a very long silence. Jacob breaks the eye contact with me and looks at Embry, then he looks to Quill, and then finally his dark gaze rests on me once more before he bolts from his seat and leaves the room.
"Shit," Embry curses quietly under his breath as he stares at the door Jacob just exited.
What the heck just happened?
Jacob's POV:
She was so beautiful it hurt, with dark hair contrasting her pale skin, and those bright emerald eyes. I knew the imprint was taking place because it felt like nothing else but her mattered. That she was my only purpose, and I lived for her. I took one look at her and I felt like the heartbeat, which seemed no longer existent since Bella, was forced back inside at the sight of her.
Bella. The thought of her woke me from the thought of this girl, my imprint, and I pushed all the emotions for this girl-something starting with a C-aside. Bella, she was my only thought, and I will not bend to this curse and love another. Bella. I only wanted her, and if I could not get her to love me back-as much as she does that leech-than I will just do all that is possible to remain by her side. I will not blind myself of these emotions for my imprint, it is always Bella first. I have and will continue to love Bella. If not as a lover than as a friend, and I know Bella would not object to my suggestion.
Clary's POV:
Class begins and the table still has yet to say anything since Jacob stormed out, I sensed the tension happened often with their group so I felt obligated to make my concerns known.
"Look, I am sure you guys are lovely to be around but I need to know that you're serious about this because honestly I cannot afford to mess around with my grades, so just give me the word because I can move to a different table. I have to keep above a 3.5 to maintain my scholarship so this class is kind of a big deal for me," I say, hoping I am not coming off offensive. In response Embry and Quill look at me, dumbfounded.
"Of course, we are serious too. Jake has just been having some...problems. But are not normally like this," Embry says but gets a smirk from Quill. "Well, we are often like this but I promise we will put forth our end of the work."
I nod, a little unconvinced but I suppose I will just have to wait it out and see as the semester goes on. Through out class we are told that the first thing we will be covering is fetal pig dissection, which I am completely fine with but the boys throw me worried glances as if I might object to cutting into anything.
"What?" I whisper to them as the professor steps out to get the pigs and tells us to get the supplies from the front of the room. They exchange a glance and I roll my eyes, getting up to get the supplies since they clearly weren't moving. When I return they are still staring at me and it is making me a little uneasy; did I have something on my face, or something?
"Do you feel...like different, or anything?" What the hell was that suppose to mean? Did I feel different? No, but I am feeling a little weirded out by the way you're looking at me.
"Um, no?" I raise an eyebrow at them, meaning for my words to be just a statement but it comes out like a question. "I can handle dissections just fine, thank you." My voice sounding more confident than my previous words.
"Oh. Oh, yeah. Right. The dissection..." Embry says with hesitation, his mind clearly someplace else. He looks at Quill again and the both peer at me, silently, before turning their gaze to the door Jacob had stormed out of.
Finally, after being done with the awkardness of that class, I looked at my watch and see it is about time for me to head to the dinning hall to have lunch with Zach. I start my journey over but hear my name being called. Embry.
"Hey, Quill and I were just wondering what you were doing. We were going to head over for lunch, after we stop by our room first, and wanted to ask if you would like to join us?"
"I'm sorry. I can't today," I say. The expression on my face must have been quizical because he began talking really fast to explain himself.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, of course, we just thought we would throw the idea by you and see what you thought." Embry says.
"Oh. No, I did not mean that I would not want to. Ever. I just have plans to eat lunch with my boyfriend, Zach." At the word boyfriend Embry's eyes widen and he turns to look at Quill, who is staring curiously at me. Don't these guys know it is rude to stare? My god.
"Boyfriend?" Embry's tone is full of disbelief, and I raise an eyebrow at him. Is it really that hard to imagine me having a boyfriend, I mean really. "Um...yeah," I say lamely.
"Oh, well, alright. Maybe we'll see you there then I suppose." They wave a quick goodbye and I continue towards the dinning hall as they walk away, heads bowed close together in words of secrecy.