My version of Leah and Twilight. Werewolves+ magic involves. Leah never a werewolf but she knew of their existence and imprinting. Sam imprinted on Emily and left her. Everyone saw her as pathetic. Life could be worse? Of course it does. WARNING: I changed the plot & characters. OOC. If you felt the urge to kill me, then don't read. Also, I'll correct errors as I find them.

DISCLAIMERS: I definitely do not own Twilight and its original characters. They belong to SM.

Chapter 3 :: Leave Me Alone!

Nearly two months gone by and I tried to build my life again. I couldn't give a damn about people staring blatantly or talking about me anymore. I knew I need to move on, I could not let myself lingered in the past. After all, the past didn't give a damn about me as well. To keep myself busy, I get a job in a store belonged to the Newtons in Forks. It's not that it paid a lot but it kept me occupied with something. Not to mention, it kept me somewhere else than home. If I kept being bitter, gloomy and alone, I'll end up suicidal. Of course things were fine when I was at work but all came crashing back when I returned home at night. I healed that by eating. In fact I ate a lot these days. It's a good thing I didn't seem to gain weight. I also felt more lightheaded and tired these days. The stress must be getting on me.

As usual, Seth was not at home. Lately, he never was. He joined the imprinter's list when he imprinted two weeks ago on a nurse who lived a couple of blocks away from Chief Swan's house. Other imprinter apart from him and Sam was Jared. Ever since that day, Seth spent most of his time stalking her. I bet in won't take long for them to be together despite ten years age gap. Surprisingly, mom accepted her right away. Mom, I didn't know what to do or think anymore, I no longer know her. She was so happy with these new changes and she didn't come to see me anymore. In fact, the last time I met mom was when she came back to nag me. Some relationship we had.

Since I was always out to work, I hardly see Emily, which a very good thing. But being who she was, she would probably know about my schedule and it won't take long for her to appear at my doorstep while I was home.

True enough, I heard the doorbell. I tried to ignore but that person was clearly persistent. Huffing, I end up opening it.

"Hi Leah!" Emily looked so happy.

"Do you need something?" I asked, trying to keep my emotions intact. Last thing that I want to do was blow a gasket for no reason, though she provided me lots of reason.

"I want to tell you something. Can I come in?"

No! Still, I let her in.

She made herself at home by started making tea for both of us. I just watched her move around, waiting for whatever 'something' she wanted to tell me. Somehow, I had a deep feeling that I won't like it. After settling herself in front of me with her cup in both of her hands, she suddenly smiled, like something made her happy.

I was beginning to get impatient. If she didn't start talking, I probably make her to.

"We were really close when we were young," she began. Was she being nostalgic?

"So?" I tried to make her get to the point faster. My eyes were drawn to her hands, noticing the diamond ring for the first time. No way!

She noticed I saw it too, smiling wider.

"Sam proposed!" she yelled happily, stabbing my heart at the same time.

I didn't hear what she was babbling after that. My heart felt crush, making me felt harder and harder to breathe. I couldn't a thing at this moment. Hell, someone could stab me literally and I would die bleeding without even realizing it. He proposed to her. He proposed to her! HE FUCKING PROPOSED TO HER! Unconsciously I touched the promised ring that he gave me. Why didn't I take this damn thing off?

"At first I thought we're still young but we both love each so why wait right?" obviously, she was oblivious of my pain and still talking. "We haven't decided on the date yet. I want you to be my bridesmaid!"

I stared at her in shock. "What?"

"We made promise to be each other's bridesmaid when we were young and I still remember it. That's why I came to see you tonight, to officially ask you to be my bridesmaid."

"You're joking!" I said that spontaneously.

"No, I am not! I would be delighted to be your bridesmaid as well when you get married," she said cheerily. She definitely misread my response.

God, help me! "No!"

Emily looked shocked. "What? Why?"

"Must I explain why to you? Like seriously?"

"Yes!" her lips quivered.

"You're marrying my ex, who left me to be with you! Do you want to rub the salt on my wound or you really that naïve?"

Her eyes watered. "I thought you already accept Sam and I. I thought you would be happy for us."

"You really didn't think of how I felt over this aren't you?" I didn't want to conceal my bitter feeling anymore. Apparently it didn't help when people think you're okay on how things went and took me for granted.

"I did think! I know how you felt! I tried to make up for it!" she sobbed.

"You're not! If you did, you wouldn't be here, asking me to be your bridesmaid after what had happened!"

"Why can't you be happy for me?"

"I did try! But just in case you forget, you're with my ex!" I didn't mean it but my voice started to get louder.

"He imprinted on me! I didn't want it! I grew to love him, too much! I can't be without him! Why can't you forget him?!" she started to yell as well.

"MY FEELING IS NOT A SWITCH THAT CAN TURN ON AND OFF JUST BECAUSE HE FUCKING IMPRINTED ON YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"

I guessed I really blow gasket now. Emily cried and grabbed her bag, running, leaving my house. I didn't even take a sip of the tea. Instead, I put both cups into the sink and lie on the couch in the living room. I did feel bad about making her cry but I need to make sure she understood how I felt as well. I guess she talked to Sam now about my out burst. Will Sam came to yell at me for being mean to her precious imprint. About half an hour later, mom burst in! Not exactly who I expected to show up!

"Leah Clearwater! Did you really say what I heard you said to Emily?" her tone was calm, indicating she was angry. Not good.

"Said what?" I need to clarify before admitting to anything.

"The poor girl came back crying, telling Sam she didn't want to marry him because you still love him!"

Okay, I didn't admit it out loud but unintentionally I did. What happened next was out of expectation. Mom slapped me!

"Quit embarrassing me! The man didn't want you so for the love of God, stop pinning over him! He will never return to you. He imprinted on her and they're soulmates, for life! Quit being so pathetic for once!"

Her words hurt more than her slap. "Pathetic? Embarrassing? When did you ever proud of me?"

"Don't you dare talk back to me!" she hissed.

"I was not mom, I was asking," I stated, tears trailing down my face.

"ENOUGH!" she yelled. "I expect you to agree with her request. She refused to marry

Sam unless you become her bridesmaid. Is that so hard to do?"

"I won't!" I felt the need to be more stubborn that ever. It's all about her now, what about me?

"Why?" she looked way beyond pissed.

"She's marrying my ex!" I cried.

"Who didn't love you anymore!"

"Just ask other girl to be her bridesmaid!"

"She wants you! You promised her! She's kind enough to make up for being imprinted by coming to you each day when it's not even her fault! Why can't you forgive her? Why can't you see it?"

"I SEE IT! SHE IS SO SELFISH! YOU ALL ARE SELFISH! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I didn't mean to but now I even yelled at mom. I went straight to my room, ignoring her calls and banging on my door asking me to open it. Why bother talking when the other party refused to listen? It was pointless. I felt more lightheaded. I better went to bed. It won't help if I fall sick from all of this.

I didn't know when mom left last night. I hope she did lock the door before she left. Waking this morning was a bit hard. I felt sick and woozy. I didn't want to be sick and hopefully I was not. Suddenly, I felt bile rising in my throat. I dashed to the bathroom, managing to reach in time to clear the content of my stomach. I felt a bit hot and clammy. Mike Newton was complaining about stomach flu yesterday. I must have caught this from him. I should take some medicine.

I fixed simple breakfast and left to work. I made a quick stop at the pharmacy for my medicine. As I pushed the bell for someone to help me get the right medicine, my eyes caught something on the counter. Something that made me realized something.