{{Seth's POV.}}
Leah stood a few feet away from us. I had hoped to get Charlotte away from here before she came. Leah was already mad that another person had imprinted and still she hadn't. I didn't want her to take it out on Charlotte.
"Seth? Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?" Her sweet innocent looking smile didn't fool me.
"Leah, Charlotte. Charlotte, Leah. You've met, now we have to go." I pulled Charlotte behind me as I passed quickly by Leah.
"You're so rude Seth." She grabbed Charlotte's other arm forcing us to stop. "You can't leave when we just meet. That's mean, and you're hurt my feelings."
"I'll do more than hurt your feeling if you don't let go of her," I threatened.
"Calm down. So protective." I pulled Charlotte behind me. "See, you guys around." She waved over her shoulder and went inside. I stood there staring after her.
"Seth?" Charlotte touched my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Be careful around Leah. She's not the friendliest person. I don't think she'll hurt you intentionally, but it's better to be on the safe side." I drove back to her house in silence.
"What are we going to do for the rest of the day?" she asked. It was almost noon.
I shrugged. I didn't want to stay at Emily's with Leah around. I didn't want to risk starting the same thing with Leah complaining about imprints. We all heard it before, and I was more than sure that Charlotte didn't want to hear it. I sat on the couch, and she sat in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her.
"I'm bored," she sighed as she leaned into me and closed her eyes. "Tell me about your life before I came."
"I was born and raised in La Push, my father had a heart attack and died when he found out Leah and were werewolves, I've killed vampires, found my imprint, and here we are."
"I'm sorry about your father."
"It's fine."
She frowned. "There has to be more to your life than that."
I shrugged again. "My life has been pretty boring until you came along."
"So, I take it that you enjoy spending time with me."
"I love spending time with you. It never gets boring." I leaned down and kissed her. She didn't pull back this time. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. After a few moments I pulled away. She blushed and looked down.
{{Charlotte's POV.}}
"Are you staying? I'm just about to make lunch. My dad probably won't be home for awhile."
"Sounds go to me. What are you making?"
I searched through the kitchen. "Uh...I guess lasagna. I'll have to remind Dad to go get some more food."
He settled at the table as I prepared lunch. About thirty minutes later Dad walked in.
"Hey kids." We both nodded. "Uh, Seth, Sam wants to see you."
Seth groaned and disappeared.
"Where is he going?" I stared out the window.
"He's taking care of some business. Don't worry about it." He grabbed a plateful of lasagna and sat at the table. He didn't say anything else.
"Why is it when Drake came over you were always on edge? Now that Seth is always here, you don't bat an eye?"
"Because I trust Seth more."
"But we've only known him for a couple of weeks."
"And you seem happier with Seth than you ever did with Drake."
"But how─"
"Seth told me what Drake did." He laid he fork down on his empty plate. "I'm glad he was there. I trust him completely because you're his imprint."
"It's funny how simple words can such a big meaning."
"You'll understand it more as time goes by." He washed his plate and left.