So don't think it's in the past, these kinda wounds they last and they last now.
Did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you
And time can heal but this won't, so if you're coming my way just don't
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The rest of the school day I was on my guard. Angie didn't make me fearful, but she did make me want to be cautious. I felt that I needed to be cautious when around her. She was one of those mean girls, the ones that would act nice to your face only to stab you in the back.
Well usually that was the case. With Angie, she was rude out right to me and I snapped back at her. I presented her with a challenge and I don't think she liked that too much.
"Your assignment is to write me a 1000 word essay on the difference between socialism and communism. I want quotes and real information from a good source." The social teacher for the class I was in, was a hard marker but it was good because he challenged us. He made us work for our grades and he made sure we really did know what we were talking about.
"Hey, new girl." The class was over and I was getting my books together. One of the girls that was with Angie was standing behind me, glaring daggers into my back. I could feel them.
"Yes?" I didn't turn around. I just kept putting my books into my bag and once I was done, I stepped away from the desk and started walking towards the door of the classroom.
"Hey! I'm talking to you." I could hear her footsteps coming from behind me. She was wearing high heels, and from working at a bar, you get used to the sound and it was easy to tune out.
"That's great but I'm not talking to you. I'm walking away. Have fun talking to yourself." I was going to get myself into trouble with these girls, but she was Angie, wasn't the leader, so I didn't care.
"I said I'm talking to you!" She grabbed my hand and pushed me into the lockers. My books fell but I kept my eyes on her. She was pretty, she was beautiful like Angie. She had long black hair that had brown undertones. Her hair was curly, but it looked like she tried to straighten it.
"And I'm not. Conversation over." The girl acted like she was mean but she seemed uncomfortable.
"Who do you think you are new girl? You're really messing with the wrong people." I knew I shouldn't have, but I rolled my eyes. Were these people serious?
I didn't get why they tried to act tough and why they tried to act like they owned the place. I just didn't get why they cared so much about being the mean girls in high school. When they looked back at high school in 10 maybe even 20 years, would it matter?
"Well I'm trying not to mess with anyone so if you could please move so I can go to my next class." The girl didn't move. She just narrowed her eyes and stared at me.
"You can't talk to us like that." I rolled my eyes again and this time, I didn't just stand there. I moved past her and grabbed my fallen books. She just watched me.
"Did you hear me?" I didn't answer her. I started walking down the hall and she followed me, her high heels clacking behind me.
"New girl!" She reached out and grabbed my arm again, her nails started to dig into my arm.
"My name is Chelsey. Use it bitch." I pulled my arm away from her and kept my pace up to my next class. The girl, whatever her name was, wasn't following me and I was glad she wasn't. I didn't want any more confrontations with her today. I was done with all of Angie's little followers.
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24. I was 24 and I had imprinted but I had no idea where she was from, where she would be or where I could find her. I had no idea how old she was or any kind of information about her. I knew her name was Chelsey and I knew she was beautiful.
A beautiful face with red cheeps and pink lips. She had beautiful green eyes that were full of life and spark. She looked like she could hold her own against others but also had a kind heart. She was everything to me and I had barely known her, yet I would live and die for her. The pull towards her, the chain that connected me and her, was tugging. I wanted to be near her.
"I don't know where she could be. I barely got her name before she left. I didn't see her afterwards. Chelsey." I was pacing back and forth in front of Jacob and Sam. They were trying to help me but there wasn't much they could do either. With just a first name and the idea of what she looked like, there wasn't much more we could do.
"We should go back to the bar and see if we can find her." I stopped pacing and looked at Sam and Jake. I looked to see if they had any protests or if they agreed.
"We could look in the school systems. She didn't look older than 18. She's probably in her last year of high school." Sam was trying to reason with me to avoid me going back to the bar.
We could be volatile when our loved ones were in danger. When we imprinted we were protective and possessive. We wanted our imprints and we wanted them safe. If I went back to the bar and I saw her there and she was physically uncomfortable because of the men she worked near, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I would lose control.
"So we just go into the school asking about a girl whose name is Chelsey who may or may not be 18?" I snapped at Sam and I felt my temper rise. It would be easier for me to just go back to the bar and find her that way. I wouldn't lose my temper; even though I knew that was a lie.
"I know teachers on the school board, Embry. I will ask. Just don't go back to the bar. Leave it to me to find her." It shouldn't be Sam finding her, it should be me.
"Brady and Collin both are in their last year. Ask them to see if they know her." Jake was right. I could ask Brady or Collin. Maybe she was a student and maybe she was in their grade. That would make things easier, but it would also complicate things.
I was 24 and if she was in her last year of high school, than she must not be any older than 18. And if she was younger than 18 which I hoped she wasn't, than our relationship wouldn't develop how I would want at first.
I wouldn't be able to be as open as I would want to be and I wouldn't be able to dote all my affections on her. She would be a minor and I would be an adult. If we were to do anything and if I got caught doing anything with her, than the charges would be bad and the sentence would be long.
"Embry, we will find her. Don't worry." I nodded but didn't speak. I knew they would. I had no doubts.
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