Authors Note

I know, I know, I know, once again I seriously know it's been forever, but at least I updated now, not it's not all my fault in between writers block, school, and being banned from the only computer I can seem to able to write with, life can be hectic, sorry. But enjoy!

There's Nothing Funny About Imprinting

Chapter Nine

Tall Guy, Equals Love.

Studying at the local library was relaxing for one thing, there was no one in here but me and the quiet librarian who was reading a book, meaning it felt like I was alone just me, work, and the smell of books. Now this was calming and simple to figure out, unlike EMBRY. I don't even know why everything keeps coming back to him, and I do it unconsciously, now how sick is that? I, Maria, cannot stop thinking about Embry, and I see all his falls very clearly, trust me.

It's not like I'm one of those girls that can't see any faults in him, in fact, I can see all of them clearly, and they're very irritating; like his habit to give up on things, or how he always has to make jokes when he's nervous, or the fact that he lets everything just go by him and never seems to care. As you can see, there are many faults to Embry Call, all of them I see clearly, and that was me, only naming three yet I can't seem to get him out of my head.

I stare at the Math in front of me, this is simple, logic is involved and there is always, and I mean always, an answer unlike with stupid Embry. See I'm doing it again, thinking about him, I mean, how did I become like this? When was the moment that my whole life started evolving around him, the moment he started noticing me? And as I much as I want to take back that stupid answer it's true that it happened as soon as he started talking to me. How cliché and pathetic is that, ugh, I hate this feeling of feeling so out of control.

It's like no matter how much I try and fight it I'm strangely drawn too him, I mean, I know that sounds stupid but it feels like that, like me and Embry are meant to be. And I'm not even sick at the thought, what is wrong with me, honestly. I slam the math book closed, causing the librarian to jump, she looks over at me and glares at the unwanted noise I created. I look over at her and mouth sorry before packing everything away neatly and rushing home, ugh, the library is to quiet, I just end up thinking about him again, always him.

By the time I get home it's about nine or something, to think about him all that time, what a waste, and as soon as I open the door and slam it shut out of anger, my mother pops up literally out of no where, I swear. She looks up at my angered face. I know I can get angry, but I'm not really the tantrum thrower kind, you know, I don't think she's seen me like this since Primary School.

"Maria, don't slam the door," Mum says, and I swear it's almost like she has to say it or something.

Although it is true, slamming a door is pretty pointless, I mean, sure it makes a loud noise and everything, but really it's just unnecessary. I've turned into one of those teenage drama queens, oh, honesty kill me now I can't take this. I really can't be doing all these stupid and childish things all because of Embry, yes I've managed to come back to him again, it always comes back to him doesn't it?

"Sorry," I say as I make my way to my bedroom, vaguely wondering why Dad didn't bother to come out and tell me that doors didn't grow on trees or something a long those lines. Sure he was calm, but Dad hated things getting ruined just for the sake of it.

I'm surprised Mum doesn't follow me, she never has been able to let things go, yet here I am in my room without her company. Thank god, I don't think I could take any questioning. But I feel like I just need to spill my guts to someone, to anyone, Luca's really not worth it, he'd never get over it, but I can't think of anyone else better to call.

I stare at the phone and take a deep breath, he's my best friend, he won't make fun of me, ok he will, but he won't tell him. Who am I kidding; he'd jump at the chance to get me together with someone besides a date with my math book. I'm doomed.

I hear a knock at the door which makes me jump and look away from the phone, which is a good thing since I think I really was considering calling Luca, I mean, what is wrong with me, I do not know.

"Maria, sweetheart?" Mum calls. Sure my mother can be tough, but I'm an only child and at the end of the day I have to admit she's pretty good too me.

"Yes?" I say, starring at the door waiting for the question of whether or not she can come in, which I know she is dying to ask.

"Can I come in?" she asks.

Mum has been reading this book called Protect Your Teenager and There Personal Space. Which isn't a bad idea, which means she's been doing a lot of knocking on my door, my mums one of those people that's like to know as much about something that she can before she has to deal with it, and that includes me, I swear we must have spent thousands of dollars on Parenting Books by now.

"Yes," I say, knowing the other answer won't fly, what she needs is a book that says It's Ok For Your Kid To Say No.

The door opens half way through me saying yes, and I try not to look annoyed at her just taking for granted that fact that I'll let her in, but I guess it's fair, this is her house, well her and Dads same thing really.

"What's wrong?" Mum asks, she never was one to beat around the bush, that's what Dad always says.

She sits down on my bed and looks over at me, obviously ready for a huge bonding session to take place, normally I would at least try and brush her off, but tonight I'm too tired and warn out to bother and I need to tell someone, even if it is my mother.

"His name's Embry Call," I admit.

Mum looks at me, eyes shinning. "Embry Call that hangs around Sam and Emily?" she asks, and I can hear the delight in her voice.

"Yes, Mum, I know, I know good choice," I say mocking her.

"I wasn't going to say that, Maria," she scolds.

We both sit there, starring at each other both annoyed; finally Mum takes a deep breath and smiles.

"What about Embry?"

"Well he's annoying and rude sometimes, and he never pays attention in class, and he's one of those funny guys, you know, in short really, I hate him and he's such an…" I trail off when I see this huge smile on my mothers face forming. "What," I snap.

"Nothing, really, it's just that's what I use to say about your father," Mum says grinning.

"You use too hate Dad?" I ask in surprise, everyone likes Dad, he's one of those guys that manages to be friends with everyone easily.

"Hated him with a passion," Mum says matter-of-factly.

"But you're married to him."

"Well, yes, things changed sweetheart."

"But how could you hate Dad?" I ask in surprise.

"I don't really know now, I guess, I mean, you know how we met."

"Yes," I say.

I heard the story hundreds of times, often when it was their anniversary soon, or one of them was a tad tipsy. Mum was on cruise with her parents, who are pretty well off, and Dad was working on the ship and they fell in love Titanic style.

Of course they told it better then that, but that was the main gist and even I liked hearing the story, it was pretty romantic, and more original then most people whom were married meeting story.

"Well, when I met your father he ran into me, and I was all dressed up ready to go to dinner, and there was this boy about my age with his parents too, god, I must have been only 17 then, that I had a thing for and our parents were already friends so we were having dinner tonight together, and I had gone to a lot of trouble to make myself look nice, so much in fact I was running late and my parents had left without me. So as you can imagine, when some boy with dirt all over his clothes runs straight into you, you'd be a tad mad and maybe a little dramatic." Mum smiles at the memory.

"And…?" I prompt, finding it hard to admit I was enthralled with the story.

"Well, I yelled at him, told him to watch where he was going. He said sorry, and he yelled at me, told me to stop being such a stuck snob, or something, we had a screaming match it was all stupid really, anyway I ended up being so late for dinner and my parents were not happy with me, not to mention the fact that boy I was hoping to be there was sick in bed, I was so annoyed, and I decided to blame it all on your father." Mum laughs.

"And…?"

"Well, and then we just kept running into each other, since we were only on a boat we fought over everything and spent our time trying to make our lives more difficult. I forgot about the boy I had my eye on cause I was so busy trying to annoy, or was fighting with your father. It was the last night on the ship, we'd been on it for two months, I think back there we were coming home, anyway, we were fighting as always and I realized how much it had become my favorite thing to do and how I found myself hanging out with him all the time despite myself called hatred towards him, we were fighting and I said, "Well it doesn't matter, I won' t see you again after this," and we both just stopped, I mean, I was even surprised by what I said. I couldn't believe it myself, you know, I was just so use to him, it was hard to imagine going back somewhere and him not being around, and he said, "I wish that wasn't true," and I said, "Why?" and he looked at me and said, "Because as much as I hate you, I love you more," and we kissed for the first time, and after that he asked me to marry him at just 17, and weirdly, I accepted, crazy huh? It was the stupidest thing I ever did, no one thought it would work and look at us now, huh."

"Wow," I say.

I knew my parents had met on a cruise, and he had proposed to her the last night and it was very romantic because they barely new each other, but somehow they fell in love and it was such a pretty story, but I never had heard it like that.

"So, when you say that it just brings back memories," Mum explains.

"Oh."

"I'm not saying you and Embry are the same, but if you're this upset over him, then you either really do hate him or you really care about him," Mum says.

We both hear the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Bella, I'm home and I have take-out," Dad called from downstairs.

"Nope, I don't regret it," Mum says with a smile on her face, and we both make our way downstairs.

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I've never thought that much about love before, to be honest, I have and I haven't. I've always believed in and wanted it, but when I'm older, you know, when I can handle it after I achieve my goals and all of that. It just seemed like something that would happen later maybe, but not a main goal or something I really, really, really wanted.

But, yet, I couldn't sleep last night, just thinking about what Embry Call meant to me, what mum said coming back to me.

"You either really hate him or really care about him"

And even though I barely got any sleep I new the answer before I even tried too sleep it was dealing and accepting the answer that was the problem.

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I hated being unprepared for anything, and I was unprepared to face Embry today that was for sure, I heard the usual car beep from Luca as my cue too leave.

"Have fun, Bella," Dad said as I got up.

"You two."

"Luck, sweetheart," Mum said, smiling at me proudly.

"Um, yeah, thanks," I replied as awkwardly as humanly possibly if you ask me.

I rush towards Luca's car since he's late again, if there is one thing I hate more then anything is arriving late for class, it's rude first of all, and then you miss the beginning which is normally where the teacher explains everything, I mean, being late is just something I'd rather avoid unlike Luca who thrives on it.

"Sweetie," he greets.

As I jump in the car I glare at him, he knows I hate this, but of course he doesn't seem too worried about it I mean not one bit, does he even feel guilty for making me late?

"We're going to be late," I grumble

"Nice too see you too."

"Do you not care at all?" I complain as he pulls out.

"No, soz."

"I hate it when people speak in IM," I say

"OMG, soz," Luca says, and then laughs like he's being funny or something.

"You're a real jerk, you are aware of that, right?" I ask.

"The guy that drives you to school everyday is a real jerk, noted," Luca says.

"I never said I wasn't grateful," I mumbled, and stare out the window in annoyance. I hate it when Luca turns everything around and makes me feel bad, he's freakishly good at it.

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"I haven't seen Embry all day," I say as I sit down at an empty table, and manage to still be able to hold the phone.

"You act like you're not happy about it," Luca says into the phone. Luca has ditched me for some guy named Tuck in the year below us who recently just realized he's gay and wanted something to talk to about everything, and he picked Luca since he's the only openly gay guy around here. I'm pretty sure, as you can imagine, Luca sees Tuck like prey and his ready to attack.

"That's not the point."

"No, that's exactly the point," Luca says into the phone quietly.

"Aren't you meant to be off helping Tuck, or as I'm sure most people would call it, taking advantage of him," I say.

"I am helping him, and the sweetie has gone off to get some chips. He's so sweet, he likes football, isn't that adorable?" Luca squeals.

"Yeah, charming,"

"I think he's the one," Luca says, and then giggles. Oh, God, help us, more like God save Tuck from Luca's clutches.

"Sure, sure."

"No, no we have a connection."

"Mmhmm."

"We do, I said sorry honey, I love team games just not sports."

"You made a sex joke?" I whispered into the phone.

"Yes, and he went bright red, oh, it was so cute, and then I realized he'd be good for me and I... "

I didn't hear the rest because I heard the sound of something hitting the table, and I turned to see Jacob and Quil both grinning at me

"Mind?" Jacob asks with his mouth already full of food, disgusting.

"No," I say with a sigh.

"Are you listening?!" Luca yells into the phone, making me wince.

"Yes, look I have to go though."

"But, I think I have found the fucking one and you don't care!" Luca whines.

"I care, I just have company."

"Is he hot?"

"Luca," I warn.

"Is it Embry, the boy that you haven't seen all day?"

"Shut up, Luca," I say hanging up on him, sometimes the best thing to do is just hang up.

Jacob and Quil look like there trying not to laugh, obviously they heard the conversation. I didn't realize Luca was that loud, I feel like telling them that they shouldn't be hanging out with me, they should go back to the cult, but of course before I can say anything, Jacob opens his mouth.

"So here's the thing, we think you like how my main man Emmy."

"What?"

"And, we think you to should skip this whole, "We're not in love stuff," and just hook up."

I stared at both of them open mouthed and speechless, had they ever heard of just keeping things to themselves instead of telling the whole world their thought's when they were completely out of line.

"I, I think that you need to mind your own business," I stuttered, trying not to hit them for even suggesting us being together. Were they crazy, did they not realize how much I had been thinking about just that, about him and me?

"Look, Maria, I know its not our life, and all that, but Em is our best friend and we're just looking out for him."

"But, it's not your business," I said, trying to drill it in there heads.

"So what, ya, not interested?" Quil asked as he took a bite out of whatever it was he was eating.

"I, me and Embry are not, we're not, um, look I just," I stumbled with my words and I hated it myself for it.

"You like him," Jacob said flatly.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say that you didn't like him either." Quil says

"Look guys we're not a couple, end of story."

"But it's really only the start," Jacob says.

"Dude, that was deep," Quil said, and burst out laughing. Jacob joined in and I found myself sitting between them not sure what to do with myself any more.

"Guys, what are you doing?"

I new the voice like a sixth sense, it was Embry with no doubt in my mind, and he was beside the table in a second death staring both Jacob and Quil.

"Just talking," Jacob said trying to act innocent, but the smile on Quil's lips gave them away.

"Leave her alone," Embry said, sounding vaguely annoyed, but more at ease almost. I was surprised, normally he was more angry about these sorts of things.

"Fine, fine be all romantic," Quil says, rolling his eyes and both boys wondered off.

"Think about what I said," Jacob says tapping my shoulder.

"Dude, you so stole that line from a movie," Quil said and burst out laughing all over again.

"Hey," Embry said looking over at me, and shifting from one foot to another. "Sorry bout them."

"It's fine."

"Yeah, well, sorry."

"You didn't seem as mad as I thought, I mean, you normally are," I said. Oh God, what was I saying, couldn't I just shut up?

"Oh, yeah, I guess cause I knew you weren't mad."

"Huh?"

"You get this look when you're pissed and you didn't have that."

"How do you know I have a look?"

"I know a lot more then you think," Embry said and then began to walk away, and at that moment I would have called Embry smooth, but then as he was walking he tripped over a chair and I had too smile. Sure Embry had a lot of faults, but sometimes he was just really too hard to resist.

Authors Note

Chapter Nine, wow already here, I know it's been a while, but on the bright side I tried to make it long. Well review, leave ideas, suggestions, whatever you want, oh and I have a new story that will be posted when I finish Out of Control. If your interested, I'll dish the dirt Lol, I just always want to know what people, who I like their stories, are writing next. So if your interested, um, just ask, oh, and what I was really wondering is what imprint story you would like me to write next, let me know.

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