Chapter 7
Jacob's pov
I sat down and explained it all to Emily. The imprinting, the lack of guts, everything. She was all sappy, like I expected her to be. She had said she would give Vanessa the note and I couldn't help but smile. I forgot to tell her the day and time in my note, so I told Emily. Tomorrow at nine-thirty. I knew she wouldn't tell a soul. After I was done talking to her, I left her place and ran back to mine. I wen't straight to my bedroom and stared at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, but opened them right away. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her shadowy figure. I wish that I had seen her face tonight. I knew I would have to wait till tomorrow. Then this fear of rejection spread over my body. I couldn't help but think of it. What if she said no. Man, I was never going to get to sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I had nothing to do all day tomorrow.
Vanessa's pov
I still couldn't get that mystery guy out of my mind. I was hoping to see him at the bonfire last night, but Cody kept blocking my view. Met every werewolf besides him. Just my luck. I got up and got dressed in some very casual clothes. Jeans and a tee. And my orange sweatshirt. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was ten-thirty. It was Saturday and I had nothing to do. Cody had to go patrolling all day. It was only me and Emily in the house. I wonder where she is. I looked around the house, and found her in the living room. She had a big smile spread across her face. She had this envelope with my name written on it, her hand stretched, wanting me to take it."Here, someone dropped this off for you late last night." I was sort of surprised. "You can go up to your room and read it if you want." I nodded my head and ran upstairs. I sat on my bed and tore it open. First thing I saw was a picture flipped to the white side. Where you couldn't see the actual picture. On it was written "Jacob" in a blue dry-erase marker. I kind of liked that name. I flipped it over and almost had a heart attack. This was the guy I couldn't stop thinking about, this was the perfect creature who I longed for so badly, and now he had a name. I saw something else in the envelope. It was a letter. The guy who I thought about every night was writing me. If he kept this up, I was probably going to have a stroke. The letter was folded in half, so I unfolded it and started to look. Yes, not read, look. I was looking at the handwriting. A***yzing is a better word for it. His handwriting was rough and jagged. Like he was looking for the words to say, like he wanted so much not to mess up. I smiled. I actually began reading the letter. He wanted to meet me in the forest outside my new/old house. Didn't say a time or date. Just said to come alone. I ran downstairs with excitement spread across my face. "Before you ask, it's today at nine-thirty PM. Have fun." I smiled and ran back upstairs. I looked down and saw that my outfit looked sloppy, I decided to change clothes. I decided on black denim jeans, a casual-dressy red top. Casual because it was short sleeves and simple. Dressy because there was some ruffles near the neckline. I grabbed a pair of black and white checkered Vans. I grabbed the picture that was laying on my bed and I put it under my pillow for safe keeping. I layed on my bed waiting for the time to pass. It felt like time had frozen