"This life is what you make it. Not matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, somg go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And babve, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up becuase if you give up, you'll never find your soul mate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about."
― Marilyn Monroe
Shut the door, turn the light off
I wanna be with you
I wanna feel your love
I wanna lay beside you
I cannot hide this even though I try
Heart beats harder
Time escapes me
Trembling hands touch skin
It makes this harder
And the tears stream down my face
If we could only have this life for one more day
If we could only turn back time
[Chorus]
You know I'll be
Your life, your voice your reason to be
My love, my heart
Is breathing for this
Moments in time
I'll find the words to say
Before you leave me today
Close the door
Throw the key
Don't wanna be reminded
Don't wanna be seen
Don't wanna be without you
My judgement is clouded
Like tonight's sky
Hands are silent
Voice is numb
Try to scream out my lungs
It makes this hard girl
And the tears stream down my face
If we could only have this life for one more day
If we could only turn back time
[Chorus]
You know I'll be
Your life, your voice your reason to be
My love, my heart
Is breathing for this
Moments in time
I'll find the words to say
Before you leave me today
Flashes left in my mind
Going back to the time
Playing games in the street
Kicking balls with my feet
Dancing on with my toes
Standing close to the edge
There's a pile of my clothes
At the end of your bed
As I feel myself fall
Make a joke of it all
[Chorus]
You know I'll be
Your life, your voice your reason to be
My love, my heart
Is breathing for this
Moments in time
I'll find the words to say
Before you leave me today
You know I'll be
Your life, your voice your reason to be
My love, my heart
Is breathing for this
Moment in time
I'll find the words to say
Before you leave me today
~Moments~
One Direction
JPOV
Fiancé.
Fucking Fiancé.
My imprint, the one who had practically occupied my every thought for the past four hours, was getting married. She was already taken, already engaged to someone else – she was in a relationship with some poor fucker but I knew that this must be a sign that this wasn't meant to be, that the Universe and the divine imprinting powers had fucked up by making me imprint on that …. troll.
Okay, she wasn't a troll.
Even I felt bad about calling her that.
How could the Universe do this to me? I mean, hadn't I already had a lifetimes worth of bad luck already thrust onto me? Why couldn't' she just be some girl that didn't have some guy following her like a fucking golden retriever? Why couldn't she just be some single girl who had a really, really nice rack that just had to be appreciated?
Do you know what I got.
Fucking her.
With her fucking fiancé.
FUCK!
I felt my hands clench into fists, and I had to drop my gaze which had been on her the entire five minutes that I had been here as I watched her being led into the kitchen by Emily, who seemed a bit on edge as it already was.
I think the entire room was on edge, to be honest.
As I forgot about my dad, I quickly made my way over to Sam who was talking in hushed whispers to Jared at the back of the room and I grabbed him, pushing him slightly so he turned to face me and actually acknowledge my presence rather than ignoring me for the entire night. "Engaged? She's fucking engaged?"
"Aye, take it easy mate," Jared said as he clapped his hand onto my shoulder, which I quickly shrugged off as I continued to stare at Sam.
"Why didn't you tell me that my imprint was fucking engaged?" I hissed, enraged. "How could you let me imprint on that bitch?"
Sam scoffed. "What would you like me to do, blindfold you!?"
And just at that moment, Embry joined the conversation.
He clapped his hands together, a cheeky grin on his face. "Oh, kinky. Didn't know you guys were into that shit."
"Shut up, Embry!" I sneered.
Embry sighed. "You're no fun anymore."
Jared shook his head. "Embry, can you just lay off?"
"Never," He said before turning back to me. "Oi, I just met your soulmate."
I sighed. "She's not my soulmate."
Embry laughed. "Ah, dude, you imprinted on her. That pretty much makes her your soulmate."
"How do you know I imprinted on her?" I asked him, hopeful. "Maybe I've just gotten confused."
Embry's eyebrows knitted together. "Ah, you felt the whole gravity, blind man who sees the sun thing, right?"
I didn't want to answer him but he soon got it as a smile spread across his face as he clapped me on the shoulder. "Yeah, she's your soul mate."
"Piss off, Embry."
He pouted comically. "I feel a bit ganged up on."
"You already got punched in the face today," Jared said. "Do you want him to do it again?"
Embry grumbled something under his breath, before turning to walk away yet he turned back – shaking his head. "You know, you're so lucky to have found her. Your soul mate. Because not all of us have yet, so stop complaining when you could have ended up like Brady."
We all cringed.
Ah, Brady.
Last year, during one of the bonfires, Kim thought it would be great to bring her younger sister and her best friend, Stephanie AKA bitchy mcfuck fuck. Of course, it took two seconds for Brady to imprint and become like all the rest, following the girl around like a dog waiting to be praised and pet, and when she finally stopped hitting on Paul to acknowledge him, she told him to piss off.
That went on for months.
Four, to be exact.
To put it lightly, bitchy mcfuck fuck was not exactly the nicest person, or the nicest animal even – more so she belonged in a barn where she would at least be among her own kind. She avoided Brady for months, and we all had to put up with the repercussions of what she did, every word she spoke and every action that she seemed to inflict onto Brady we had to live through.
Although Brady was never one to stress about things, it became exhausting when he began to think about bitchy mcfuck fuck every day, every hour, every minute. She wasn't even the nicest thing to look at, so when I was ever on patrols with him I would have to endure the ugliness of bitchy mcfuck fuck and her nasal like voice running through his mind.
By the end of the fourth month, however, it seemed as if she realised she couldn't keep avoiding him so when he came by her house, she actually let him in rather than slamming the door in his face like she had in the past.
It got worse after that.
You know, I could take the constant thinking about bitchy mcfuck fuck without complains, the constant hearing of Brady's problems and the constant whining that we got from him whenever you tried to strike up a conversation with him. I could deal with all that, I really could, but the worse thing that could ever happen to the pack happened: Bitchy Mcfuck fuck fell in love with Brady.
Shocker, right?
I had thought that before was bad, yet now this was worse – Bitchy McFuck fuck soon came to every meeting, every gathering – shit, she just popped up everywhere with her nasal like voice and her stupid bleached hair, which looked like straw and sometimes, sometimes I really had to hold back the urge to hit her whenever she opened her mouth and spoke.
I'm serious.
"Is she here?" I asked, sneering at the thought of her.
Embry nodded, nodding in the direction where she was standing with her arms crossed, popping gum as she talked to Brady who seemed to be lapping up everything she was saying while she seemed to be wondering when boredom would stop being her everyday life.
I don't even know if she had a soul that could be mated with Brady.
Embry scowled. "I just wish- I just wish I could punch her."
"She's a girl," Jared said.
Embry shook his head, narrowing his eyes. "She's no girl. She's a demon."
Jared snorted out his laughter, and Embry's entire face lit up. "AYE, SETH, YOU OWE ME FIVE BUCKS!"
I sighed, shaking my head as I went back to talk to Sam yet something else caught my attention. Emily stormed out of the kitchen, her eyes narrowed and her hand clenched around a spatula as she looked around the room. The chatter which had taken over the room calmed down as her eyes landed at me, and she did something I had barely ever heard her do.
She shouted at me.
"JACOB BLACK!" She screeched, marching over to me.
She grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me into the other room – one of the guest rooms and as I started to protest, she slammed the door behind her and a sob came out of her mouth. I turned to face her, my eyes wide. "What? What's happened?"
"You imprinted, didn't you?" She asked, her lip quivering.
I cocked a brow slightly. "I don't- maybe, I don't- I don't know."
She didn't acknowledge my answer, for she shook her head – as if she didn't even want to process my words. "I can't believe you imprinted – and-and you had to imprint on her? My brother hasn't been happy in years, and you imprint on the woman he loves? Why- How could this happen?"
I stood the, puzzled to what she had just said in an angry slur of words. "Wait, what?"
"Em, calm down," Sam said as he entered the room, wrapping his arms around her as she began to sob in his arms – muttering something as he tried to console her.
Okay, what was happening?
Was everyone just freaking the fuck out?
I left the room before they could start getting affectionate for the fear that I would vomit all of the food I had ingested over the past, well, week. As I entered back into the living room, it was like nothing had happened and it wasn't like I was surprised that everyone had sort of gone back to normal after Emily's breakdown: it was the thing that happened around here.
Yet as soon as I entered back into the room, my eyes landed on her.
My imprint.
I guess if I could call her that.
I stared at her, unashamed, as she pushed her brown hair behind her ears as she smiled, her lips upturning into this smile that sort of drew me in yet seemed to almost dazzle me in a way a bright light would, even though it wasn't even that much of a great smile anyway. She had irregular dimples, for Christ sakes, I mean – who has that?
As she talked lightly to one of the girls, I think it was Kim, her whole face contorted with her smile – almost moving around it as she glanced around the room, her wide eyes which seemed to be even wider today, were a colour which I couldn't even describe because of the fear that I would describe them wrong.
I didn't know if they were brown, or green.
They were confusing.
I didn't know whether to be entranced watching her, or disgusted. The feelings which made my head swirl and my chest contract all because they were so fucking confusing. I didn't get why I was feeling this way because I knew that this girl wasn't for me, I knew that she wasn't yet whenever I saw her I either fucking hated her or described her with words like 'entranced' or 'dazzling'.
I was turning into a fucking girl.
But I could understand what Embry had said now, because looking at the girl I had supposedly imprinted on, I could see why any guy would like her. She was beautiful, yet unlike other girls I had met, she was unique – every feature about her seemed to be displaced yet in a way she made it work on her, she made her own features seemingly more beautiful.
And I mean, she didn't exactly have a bad body either – she was perfectly well proportioned and she, I mean, it was good she didn't have any deformities that I could see. However, I couldn't' see any of the deformities that were hidden beneath her clothing, so for all I know she has an extra limb tucked beneath her legs.
As I watched her, not really realising that I was staring at her like a creep – she looked up and her eyes met mine. The smile which she was wearing sort of froze, before slowly creeping off of her face as we held the stare that seemed so similar to the one we shared at the beginning of the night. Her lips parted, as if she was about to say something before someone touched her, and she almost jumped out of the stare.
Him.
Her fiancé.
I felt my chest contract as I saw his hands lightly touch her waist, pulling her to him as he pressed his lips to her ear – whispering something which made her smile. I felt my hands clench into fists, anger rushing through me as I supressed the urge to grab the fuckhead by his balls and rip him apart limb from limb for touching my imprint.
I could easily kill him – he was barely 6'3 and I was nearing 6'7, while his muscles – if I could even call them that – seemed to have withered away due to neglect and he, if anything, looked like a cancer patient that had been sitting in a bed for the past, I don't know, his whole life? What does she even see in this asshole, I mean, he's wearing a fucking Rolex watch: is that what she needed to be turned on.
Does his money turn her on?
I wondered if that was the only reason my imprint was engaged to that guy, I mean, he wasn't the best looking kind of guy despite his lack of muscles, lack of manliness and I'm assuming he couldn't exactly pleasure a girl like that – mainly because of his lack of muscles, he wouldn't have any stamina and that's not good.
Ever.
That must be the reason that she was with him, because she could have anyone and she picked him?
I didn't get it.
It must be for his money.
I felt the anger which had already taken over me become joined by possessiveness as I watched him turn her slightly despite her protests and kiss her lips, over and over again as if he couldn't get enough of those lips. C'mon, man, there was kids literally standing in front of him – did he not realise that he needed to keep them innocent.
Yet they continued to kiss, and I just wished that I could be gone because I no longer wanted to be hear, tormenting myself with my erratic and stupid thoughts that were all centred around her and her stupid boyfriend, I mean stupid fucking fiancé. Why couldn't they just stop kissing and actually be social, human beings?
I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose impatiently. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
I opened my eyes to see my Dad sitting there, and I sighed. "She's engaged."
Dad shrugged. "Well, at least she's not married."
"Great advice, dad," I muttered.
He smirked. "I'm just saying the truth, Jake."
As I watched them play tongue football again, I knew I had to get out of there before I punched someone. "I gotta go,"
As I stormed past her, I got a whiff of the scent that radiated from her – mangos and lavender, something which had never been so absolutely and utterly amazing.
God, I sounded like such a fucking chick.
Heres another chapter for you all,
I know, it's been forever - blame writers block, Jacob is always the hardest to write.
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