So here's chapter 4. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 4
"David, I've come down with the flu and Carlisle said I should stay here for a few days. It's quite bad," I held my breath as David soaked in my story. All was quiet at the other end of the line.
"Are you going to school?" he asked after a long pause.
I exhaled, "What do you think I am? A social nut who wants to infect my friends at school instead of you? If it was alright with you, I was planning on spending my recuperation at the Cullen's. Carlisle says it may take over a week to pass."
"What about Carlisle's kids?" He was suspicious.
"They're all staying home too. Half of them are sick as well. I think we may have caught it in Seattle. Carlisle is going into work; he's built up certain immunities to these sorts or bugs. Plus, he's really keen about his work. And I mean really keen. Esme is staying here"
He chuckled in spite himself, "Alright, but if anything happens, you're to come straight home. I thought you might be trying to be sneaky and avoiding me."
A wave of guilt swept through me. I was trying to avoid David. I was worried he would notice my change or if not him, then Lillian.
I coughed roughly; adding to the charade.
"I've got to go, I'm really tired," I yawned loudly, "I'll see you when I'm better."
"Okay Jasmine," his tone was still ever so slightly suspicious but he was letting it go anyway.
We both hung up. I sighed regretfully and Seth laced his fingers through mine and squeezed my hand sympathetically. I smiled at him then turned to face Renesmee. She sat with her Jacob. Me and her were a strange pair. We had both been imprinted on by a member of the Pack. We were greatly similar.
Most of the Cullen family had begun to suspect that Seth wouldn't ever imprint.
"Jazz," Nessie interrupted my reverie, "Me and Jacob are going out for the day with Alice and Mum. You don't mind do you? I can leave you here with Seth, can't I?" She and Jacob grinned with secretive, knowing looks in their eyes. I blushed red hot, making them laugh, hard. Renesmee was still giggling when Jacob pulled her through the front door out into the forest.
I didn't dare look at Seth. He noticed and chuckled, "So Jasmine, what shall we do today, seeing as we have the whole house to ourselves?"
I looked around the expansive room in shock, listening intently.
"Wow," I muttered, "This seems rather planed. Where did they all go?" I asked, still not looking at him.
I felt him shrug around me, "What do you think?" My cheeks heated again.
Silence settled around us as I thought about everything.
"You know what I really want to do? I want to find out more about you."
"Me?" he seemed shocked.
"Yes."
"Ask away," I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Where were you born?" I started easy.
"In La Push."
"La Push? Isn't that like only a few minutes away from here?"
"More than a few minutes but yes, it isn't far away."
I was suddenly excited, "Can we go there some time? I'd really like to see where you grew up."
He didn't answer.
I twisted around to look at his expression. He looked uncomfortable.
"What is it?" I asked, growing anxious myself. I ran my index finger instinctively over his scrunched up eyebrows. He relaxed under my touch.
"It's just that...You don't know anything about us, huh?"
"Us meaning werewolves? No."
He blew a gusty breath out. It fanned my face. Somehow, even his breath was delicious.
"I only spent about fifteen years there and that was a very long time ago. I haven't been there for about half a century."
"How? You're only about, like...Oh."
He watched me warily. I tried to hold my reaction in but it got the better of me.
I jumped up, away from him. I caught a glimpse of sadness flash across his face but it quickly turned to confusion.
"Whatever is the matter with you?" he asked, reaching for my hand.
I pulled away, laughing hysterically. I was bent over double, arms wrapped around my aching stomach.
"You...think that...I would...worry...about...your age?" I cracked up again. It took me over five minutes to calm down enough to be understood.
"You think that I would be repulsed by you being old?" He nodded mutely.
"Well, you have it all wrong. For all you know, I could be a millennium old!"
He thought over that for a few seconds, "How old are you then?"
"Seventeen, but still!"
His mouth fell open. "You're only seventeen?" he breathed.
I nodded, wondering over his expression.
"Why are you making that face?"
"You're only seventeen."
"And?"
"And? You're only freaking seventeen!"
"Why are you so wound up about me being seventeen?"
"Because! I should feel about you as if you're my little sister, but I don't! Jacob's feelings didn't change till Nessie was turning twenty!"
He stood up, moving away from me into a different room. His arms swung up behind his head. I had no idea what he was on about.
I followed him cautiously, "What do you mean, your feelings shouldn't have changed? You're making no sense whatsoever."
Seth stood, back to me. Every muscle was tensed. Veins stood out under his skin like ridged spines. His head bowed when he heard my voice. I slowly drew nearer, trying not to either alarm him or make a wrong move. I reached out a hand toward him. As my skin brushed Seth's, goosebumps raised their heads along his shoulder.
Suddenly, he whirled, catching me in his arms.
"Shall I show you how my feelings have changed when they shouldn't have?" He moved one hand slowly down my back. The other cupped my cheek. I was frozen. Seth bent down, covering the substantial distance between our heights. He rested his forehead on mine for a second, looking me in the eye. We were both breathing faster than normal.
When his lips touched mine, an electrical charge zinged between us. I could sense him holding back, trying to be gentle. After an eternity, he pulled back and stared at me warily. I didn't speak for awhile. Eventually I said, "Why?" It was simple word but it asked a lot. I feared that he wouldn't answer me.
"Because." Another single word that told whole books full of words. We stood there for another uncountable period of time.
"You are my imprint. You are my other half." I sighed at his words, content and turned. I led him back to the couch and we spent the rest of the day just sitting together.
Just so you know, the chapters from now on may be a little shorter. Depending on whether I can split them a little sooner. Sometimes you just can't break them because then you'd disrupt the flow(I know I sound like a hippie when I say that but it's true).
Thanks for reading, DANCElikeNOBODYisWACHING.