six: scared
Leah shoved the Thriftway bags into the trunk of her forty-year-old Chrysler, feeling utterly confused. She knew she had imprinted on Keenan. She knew that he was completely out of her reach. She knew that her sides had started aching the minute she had stepped out of the snack cake aisle, and she knew that they would hurt more the farther she went from Keenan. And she knew that she was totally, totally screwed.
She stomped the gas probably a little more enthusiastically than was really necessary. But she was pissed at herself for imprinting on a emo guy with a beautiful girlfriend. She didn't know what to do next. When she pulled up at her 400-square-foot apartment, which was really just a kitchen and a bathroom with a little extra space in between, she called Jacob, flopping over onto her tattered couch. "Leah?" he answered on the third ring.
"Oh, shit, Jake, I need help," Leah breathed.
"Lee? What's wrong?"
"I just—I just imprinted."
"What?" Jacob's voice was stunned. "When? On who? Tell me everything!"
"Okay, his name's Keenan Brock, I met him in the snack cake aisle at the Thriftway, fifteen minutes ago. God, Jacob, I'm freaking out. His girlfriend Tori was there, and they were making out, and it hurt me, Jacob, but it hurt even more to walk away." Leah's tone gained momentum, rising in volume. "And I don't want to be imprinted on him. I don't want to love him, but I know that I will! It's like fucking Sam all over again, and I don't know what to do! Help." The last word of Leah's rant was softer than her building tone, a whisper.
"Oh, oh my God," Jacob muttered under his breath. "Leah, uh, stay calm. Are you at your apartment?"
"Yes," Leah whispered.
"I'll be over. Hang on, Leah. Just hang on." Jacob's voice was soothing, but it did little to calm Leah's fraying nerves. "I'll be there." The phone line went dead, and Leah stared at the phone in her hand that read call ended. She felt her body start to shake, and she stared at her vibrating arms. She had barely pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of her green sweatpants before she phased.
Leah suppressed a howl, knowing it would alarm her neighbors. Instead, she curled into a ball and felt sorry for herself.
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