Looks like everyone's starting to hate Brittney and Embry. Don't worry, she's just confused. She needs to be taught what she wants ;]

Brittney's POV

The sun shined in my face through the open window of my room. Usually I would be so happy that the sky was so beautiful and clear, but now I wanted it to rain so badly. I can't believe all of this was just dumped on me last week. Especially the part about imprinting. Why can't 'fate' choose the right people for you? I could have gotten Embry, someone I actually care about, but instead I'm stuck with Paul. I haven't talked to many people except Paul and my suprinsingly new best friend Leah. She told me how Paul's been so upset during patrols cause I haven't contacted anyone. Sam's been helping him, and he even got Emily to try and make me get to love Paul. Everyone thinks he'll be so much better with an imprint, but he'll do just fine without one. When we got home from the bonfire, Sam and Emily gave me some sort of talk. It was almost as awkward as a part giving you THE talk.

"Brittney, I know it's alot to take in, and you're sorta confused, but it's really hurting Paul how you didn't accept his imprint." Sam sternly said, looking me in the eyes. Emily only nodded at his side.

"It might seem like you're making a long term commitment, but you don't even have to be with Paul that way. I'm not saying that it might not take that course, but he can just be a protector for you. What I'm saying is that Paul really needs you. He puts up with the yelling at him, and calling him annoying just because he loves you that much." Emily decided to speak up, and she was still on Sam's side.

"Think about it Brittney. Alot of girls try to spend their entire lives looking for their soul-mate, and you just got yours plainly picked out for you. Isn't that a dream that we are all looking for? And plus, don't think about yourself. As Sam said, its hurting Paul so much more than you can imagine. He walks around like a lifeless body, because the girl that he loves the most doesn't even want to speak to him." I didn't really want to hear all of that stuff. I'm perfectly happy with Embry. Why can't they see it? I scoffed and looked back at Sam and Emily.

"What makes you think I just have to care? Maybe Paul should have kept his eyes closed. Not my problem." Sam sighed and Emily drooped her head. It was a moment of silence before Emily slapped her hand on the table.

"Brittney, I don't care about how you don't care about Paul! He's your imprint and he needs you. If you like it or not, one day you are going to need him too! Just don't push away a great guy like Paul when you are just trying to think of yourself. You have no idea how great your life will be with Paul in it. Embry doesn't belong with you. What if he imprints? Then what? You expect to just run to Paul cause he's there? Not that he wouldn't accept you, but do you know how low that is? Are you really that self centered where you can't think about how much Paul cares about you, and only wants the best for you? Hell, He would DIE for you, and all you're thinking about is Embry?" She stared at me, and tears were slowly running down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry for acting this way but it had to be said. You can see for how long you can last with Embry, but eventually, you're going to be with Paul. I don't know how much longer you have to not figure it out either." I never expected Emily to say that to me. From Leah or Sam yes, but Emily just seemed so sweet and kind. I never knew she could yell like that. I ran upstairs to my room and shut the door. I didn't want to have to be around so many people telling me I should be with Paul, or that I could make Paul so happy. I want Embry, and I'm sure of it. It wasn't long before Sam and Emily went to their room and went to bed. I was quiet, while I pulled on a pair of my old jeans, and a faded hoodie. I needed Embry. I wanted to be remind of how close I am to him, how much he cares for me. I knew he did. I just knew it. I slowly raised the window, and jumped out on to the ground. I had found Embry's address days before, and now I had a use for it. It was actually right down the street, and after about a mile of walking, I was at his apartment. I sighed and rang the doorbell. What if he didn't answer? Did he even want to talk right now? I didn't have much time to worry because he answered the door straight away. Seeing him standing there was enough to make me start crying. I have no idea why, but I started to cry my eyes out.

"Whoa Britt are you okay?" He looked at me for an answer, but I was crying too hard to reply. He sat down on his sofa, and held me tight in his arms. He tilted my head and looked down into my eyes."

"What's wrong? I hate to see my princess sad." He whispered, slowly stroking my hair. I still couldn't tell him, because I was crying even more. He almost tried everything to get me to calm down, but he couldn't. I was so messed up. Embry looked so worried, and he gently brought his lips to mine, kissing me softly. That one kiss made me stop crying instantly, but I started to think how Paul would react to me crying. He would probably hold me in his warm arms for hours and hours, not saying a word, just being there for comfort. That thought made me smile, and I started to think about Paul. It was only a few seconds before I snapped out of it, and realized what was happening. I was slowly letting Paul inside of my head. This wasn't good, he had to stay out, and FAR out. Embry was still kissing me gently, but I pushed him back and kissed him forcefully, changing the whole mood.

"Britt, what the..." He was so confused, but I knew what I was doing. It didn't take long for Embry to respond, kissing me almost as hard as I was kissing him. His hands slowly traveled down my body and he looked up at me. We kissed more and more, kissing each other much deeper by the second. It seemed just after a few more kisses, we were both half naked. I looked up at him now, and he was turning a deep red.

"Are you sure? We don't have to." I shook my head fast, and stared at him.

"No. Make me forget about being an imprint. I'm yours. Make me forget." Without even a nod, I was up into his arms, being whisked into his bedroom. He was hovering above me, and I nodded. I would get over this. Its not Paul im supposed to love, it's Embry.

Right?

I woke up in the morning, with the sun beating down on my face again. This time it was so wonderful, that I couldn't help but brightly smile. Embry was in his kitchen, attempting to cook. I snuck up behind him, and before I could even try to scare him, he laughed.

"You know I heard your footsteps a mile away?" He was laughing harder and I pulled myself up on the counter, and pouted. He smiled and hugged me. His face twisted into confusion, and he put his head to mine.

"Still hot from last night?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I hit his arm and he smiled. I sat on his couch, and started to pull on my hoodie.

"I've been a little warm, but I'm probably just coming down with something. Nothing big." We were both silent for a moment, while I laced up my sneakers.

"I should head back. Sam and Emily are probably going to be wondering where I went." He nodded, and walked me to the door. Embry leaned down and kissed me, while he held me close.

"Brittney," He started looking at me, putting quick kisses on my lips," I love you." He pulled back and smiled again. He seemed to be like this all morning. I kissed him again and started out the door.

"I love you too Embry." I ran down the stairs, smiling all the way as I walked to Sam and Emily's. I knew I was going to be in a crap load of trouble, but I didn't care. Nothing could stop my perfect mood right now. Well, that was until I saw Sam's face waiting for me at the door.

Review Please?

I know it could have been longer, but I just didn't know what to add since I wanted to save the yelling for the next chapter. Again, sorry for the short chapter.