Breathe: Chapter 3
(Grace)
It was just another normal day at the store. Sort of. It was a Monday, and business was as slow as always. I was crouched behind the counter grabbing a box of supplies to take to the back room when I heard the bells of the doors jingle. I shouted out a greeting from behind the counter and straightened up to see who it was.
"Oh, you again." I frowned at the boy on the other side of the counter, holding a snickers bar in his hand. He gave me this goofy sort of grin as I rang up his candy bar and handed it back. "One thirty five." He handed me two ones, and I quickly counted his change and gave it back, careful not to touch him.
I expected him to leave, but he just pocketed his change and looked at me.
"So, um, Grace? Right?" He rubbed his neck nervously, and I raised an eyebrow at him. "I was gonna see, if, um, if you're not busy tonigh-"
"Drop it." I cut in, and picked back up my box.
"Aw, come on."
"No."
He pouted and leaned against the counter, and I could feel his eyes on me all the way to the back room, where we kept our stock. I sighed and sat the box in the corner. I didn't come back out until I heard the bells jingle again, and when I came back to the counter, he was gone. Good riddance.
(Seth)
"She just blew me off." I growled in frustration and plopped down on the couch next to Embry and Quil. I couldn't believe she didn't feel the connection we had. Wasn't our imprint supposed to just love us back? I glared at Emily and Sam in the kitchen, being all affectionate and disgusting. Quil was watching Claire sleep in her playpen by the TV. Apparently he was playing babysitter now.
"Dude, just give her time." Embry said, sinking further into the couch. "She'll come around."
"How do you know?" I shot back, looking at him venomously.
"Yeah, you don't have an imprint." Jared added, coming into the room with Kim at his side. Kim smiled and sat down beside me. Maybe she could help, she was a girl, after all. I looked at her helplessly, and her and the guys all laughed.
"Tell me what's happened so far." So I told her about the day Collin, Brady, and I had gone to Forks, and I had imprinted on Grace. Then I told her about today, and how she had blown me off before I even finished my sentence.
"You're doing it all wrong." Kim furrowed her brows in thought. "What does she look like?"
"She's beautiful." I sighed. I was like some pathetic, lovesick puppy.
"No, what does she look like? What's her style?" I thought about it. Her hair was blonde and black, long, and very edgy looking. She wore eyeliner, but not so thick that it made her look like a clown. Her style was feminine, but hard. She was tough, or at least, thought she was. I relayed those thoughts to Kim, and she smiled.
"She's going to play hard to get. She sounds like the kind of girl who doesn't think she needs a boy, so you're going to have to win her over." Her smile turned into a wide grin. "And she's probably looking for a bad boy."
"And how do I do that?" I frowned .
Jared took that moment to come back into the room with Jacob, both of them wearing flowers from Emily's table centerpiece in their hair. "You have to be sensitive." Jared joked, dancing around the room with Jake. I rolled my eyes and pushed him off of me when he leaned on my shoulder.
"Shut up."
Kim chuckled and rolled her eyes at them as well. "Come over tomorrow. I'll make sure you get her."
