AN: Thank you, to my one reviewer (:P), for my two reviews. (Because AD, you don't count, simply because you're you.) And, if anyone new happens to be reading this, check out ardeeneethesardeene! She is marvellous. And also, if you happen to be new and reading this, review! Please and thank you. It will make me really happy. Really, really happy.

Also I am sorry that I'm posting so late. But I am a busy little person. Which sucks.

On a happier note though, I'm done school! Which means lots of writing! Yay!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I will never own Twilight. I have never in my life owned Twilight.

Although I've wanted to.

All credit goes to Stephanie Meyer.

Collin's POV

The past two weeks of my life have been complete and utter hell. Phasing hurts, and I've gotten angry a lot – this whole thing is a lot to handle. But finally, I get to re-enter school – surprisingly, I've missed it. I enter the building and head for my locker. "Collin!" A familiar voice shouts behind me, so I turn my head, expecting to see Seth or Brady (who hasn't phased yet, although I'm guessing he will soon) or one of the other wolves, but my thoughts are interrupted when I crash into something. I whirl around and realize that Adrienne Spencer is lying on the ground, trying to collect her belongings. "Oh! My gosh, I am so sorry Adrienne, I didn't mean to bump into you-"

We look up at the same time, and my future flashes before my eyes. The two of us are sitting on a rock at La Push – no, wait, we're kissing under the stars, fireworks shooting up around us in bursts of red, white and blue. Then the image morphs into our wedding, and I'm staring in awe at the girl I love just as I am right now. I want more than anything to reach out and touch her chocolate brown hair, her warm cocoa skin, to fix the pain I must have just brought upon her. Anything to make her okay. Anything to let her know I love her.

"Hi," I say. "Are you al-"

"Ugh! Could this day get any worse? Gah – get out of my face!" She practically yells, her angelic voice sending waves of rage throughout the hall. Yes, she does sound beautiful, even when she's pissed. It takes me a second to absorb this – she is clearly mad at me. Very mad, from the looks of her reddening ears. I open my mouth to apologize, but she rolls her eyes at me and stands up before I have time to pick up the rest of her books. "Watch it," she warns.

Shit.

The one girl that I am meant to be with for the rest of my life (because I am positive that I just imprinted – although I'll have to double-check with Seth to be sure) currently hates me. Hates me! This isn't right! It's killing me just thinking about it. What if she never realizes that I love her? What if she never forgives me? What if I end up alone, broken-hearted, depressed for the rest of my life? Although that doesn't matter half as much as the fact that she's mad at me. All I want to do is rush up to her and make everything better with an apology, or something, or anything, whatever it takes. I feel my heartbeat speed up, and the granola bar I had for breakfast is threatening to reappear. Oh God. What's happening to me?

The bell rings, and I get kicked a couple of times before I'm able to stand up and rush to class… where I have to sit beside my true love, the girl who hates my guts.

This is turning out to be such a wonderful day.

Adrienne and I have the same schedule. English, biology, trig, and art. Before today, I just thought that was an odd coincidence. Now, considering I've imprinted on her, I've realized that it is a gift from fate. Well… either the greatest gift, or the cruelest punishment. Because she hates me.

Why, oh why does she hate me?

It's not fair. Really, it's not. I immediately fall in love with this goddess, and all she does is freak out at me? What horrible world is this? These thoughts tear at my gut. It's not fair…

I finally reach English class. I huff as I sit down, awarding me a glare from Adrienne. I do not deserve this. No way.

… But I can't help absentmindedly staring at her all class.

"Get your things together. It's time for your presentations," Matticarri announces. "… Who went last? Rickard? … Spencer. Your turn. Then Sigo, Strickland, Thompson, Valleyford, Vantage, Wedgwood, Whitehead…" I stop paying attention. Then I shift my focus to Adrienne. She reluctantly gets out of her seat, but once she's up there, I can tell she's excited. I presented my speech about The Glass Menagerie last week, but everyone from Spencer to Wolfe – ha, I didn't realize the irony of that until now. It would have been funny if I'd imprinted on Victoria – is going today.

… At least, they're supposed to.

But when Matticarri tells her to go, Adrienne starts talking. And talking. And talking. She talks for a total of 15 minutes 23 seconds. (We were supposed to stop at 10.) Even though the other students looked bored, I was immediately entranced by her words. Her analysis of the symbols in the play was breathtaking – I couldn't stop staring. I'm still trying to imagine what goes on in that clearly brilliant mind of hers. (… I'll admit, I started recording it on my phone right away. It was so good! And her voice… It makes me unable to think of anything else but her. It's like water flowing down the calmest stream… And somehow, she makes every word mean so much more than it usually would…)

(Another confession: I plan on listening to it for hours at home.)

When she stops talking, I'm disappointed. I want her to talk all day. Forever, even. (If she ever forgives me, I plan on making that happen.) And even though she went overtime, Matticarri looks so pleased that I doubt it matters. She raves for at least five minutes about what an excellent job Adrienne did. I couldn't agree more. And when I stand up to clap (before I hastily sit down since no one else gave her the standing ovation she deserves), I get a look at the teacher's desk and notice (with my new fantastic wolf sight) the big 100% on her rubric.

(She most definitely deserved 210.)

Adrienne sits down again with a modest smile on her face. God, she's beautiful. "That was amazing," I tell her. Her shrinking smile is hesitant, although it doesn't disappear.

At least, until everyone else in the class attacks her.

"Adrienne! Will you be my partner?" Comes from every corner of the room, and Matticarri has to scream "QUIET!" for everyone to finally shut up. I can tell that it's echoing through the hallways. I don't think I've ever heard her scream that loud before. And she's been my teacher twice. The principal looks in for a minute to see if everything is okay. He quickly disappears, seeing that it was just another insanely loud class of rambunctious teens with a spaz of a teacher. (You know. The usual.) But what my fail class (they really shouldn't be taking AP courses) is bugging Adrienne about is the project on The Crucible that we're starting tomorrow. I doubt we'll be able to pick partners, as Matticarri usually does it, but if we can, I pray that my imprint chooses me. (Due to the fact that we're destined to be together, we might as well start now.) And even though I bumped into her, I'm the only person in the room who didn't ask to be her partner, so maybe she'll cut me some slack.

The next kid up is Richard Sigo, a tall buff guy who's yet another dumbass in this class of mine. I don't pay attention at all, although I notice that Adrienne pays attention to every student who goes up…

And by the time the bell rings, we've only reached Nick Vantage. Since tomorrow is a work period for our projects (I will somehow brainwash Matticarri into partnering me with Adrienne), the remainder of the class has to present after school. Ha! Sucks for them. (A few are glaring at Adrienne like they want to bite her (which makes me want to bite them),but maybe now they'll take back their pleas for her partnership.)

Adrienne rushes out the door, and I almost have trouble catching up with her. But I manage, getting a glare in return. "Hi!" I say.

"What do you want?" She snaps. I try to look as sorry as possible.

"… Nothing," I whisper. I'm using guilt as a last resort. It would kill me to see her sad, but whatever I do, it seems to make her angry, and I don't know which emotion is better.

My guilt trip doesn't seem to move her. "Okay?" She questions, looking at me like I'm something that should excite her, but doesn't.

"… I loved your speech. You did a really good job. A-and I saw your mark."

She perks up a little. Eyebrows raised, she opens her mouth and then closes it. "Well… What did I get?"

I smile. "Perfect."

"EEEP!" She jumps around the hall, almost dropping her books. Laughter bounces off the walls, and I discover what a happy sound it is. Her face radiates energy; unlike it did before, when she wanted to slaughter me. It looks like she's about to hug me, but she realizes that it's just me, Collin Littlesea, no one special. I'm not her best friend yet, although I desperately want to be. She stares at me quizzically for a minute, having an inner argument with herself. Finally, she says, "Let's get to class," and I walk with her to biology.

Biology flies by. Again, we sit together. We're also lab partners. It'd be funnier if this was chemistry class… (Sorry, please ignore my bad jokes.)

Near the end of the period, after we've done a lab studying cells, Mr. Locklear hands back our tests from last week. When he reaches me, I look down. 98%. I smile, but it quickly evaporates as I notice what Adrienne got. The 42% is in huge red writing and circled a couple of times as if to rub it in. She doesn't look up, but silently flips the paper over. I hide my test straight away. … Maybe I could tutor her. I consider bringing it up, but I don't, mainly because she seems to be having a pretty lousy day. And sadly, I don't think I could help her.

Trigonometry and art quickly finish, and I say goodbye to Adrienne. She barely looks my way as I walk out the door to my car. I see her again as I pull out of the parking lot, but she's off on her bike, riding away. I wish she lived closer to me… but she's on the other side of the reserve.

My luck just couldn't get any worse, could it?