Author's Note: I added quite a lot to this part. Let me know what you think, if you think the addition is too much then I will scale down next time. Also if the little bit of Portuguese that used is inaccurate or used in the wrong context then I apologize it was computer generated. As always please, please let me know what you think!!

Chapter 6

I watched as Leah drifted deeper and deeper into sleep. I watched as she tossed and turned in my bed, my sheets fitted to every inch of her body, now that would carry her intoxicating scent. She inhaled deeply and smiled blissfully, it was a heavenly sight, something I could get used to seeing nightly basis. I was thankful that she was getting a good nights rest, for the past couple of months I have heard her from across the hall crying, if she was getting any sleep, it was minimal at best. I stepped out of my room giving her the solitude that she deserved. I was getting used to the pull on my chest from walking away from her so the discomfort, like Jacob had told me previously, was now livable. Since she was currently occupying my room I thought it would only be fair that I get to visit her room. I couldn't lie my desire was to be inside her head to know what made her tick to see the things that make her happy, to know more about her past. Since I couldn't ask her out right, and I had not been given the opportunity to pump Shelly information this was the perfect opportunity to do some detective work. Just as I began to look through some papers on her desk I was interrupted.

"So how's your project going?" Renesmee said as she stood by the door frame, Jacob was by her side, which seemed to be his normal positioning beside her or right behind her.

"Which one I have a couple at the moment, the history paper will of course be a walk in the park," I started to explain the research I had found for the project thus far but she held her hand up, requesting my silence.

"Let's be real with one another shall we? You know I want to know how your study date with Leah went." She demanded as she invited herself into Leah's room and plopped down on her bed.

"It was no date, we were partnered by our teacher, we read through Act I and exchanged notes." I shrugged and turned from her I was planning how I could exit the room without being interrogated. Jacob was in the room as well; he sat at her computer and typed in her password. Just as I was wondering how he knew her password he gave over the information willing.

"There are some perks of being linked to Leah's mind; I know all her dirty little secrets!" He laughed but then his face became serious, "Negative side is that most of her secrets are depressing." I went to respond to Jacob's statement; I wanted details what made Leah sad . . . besides me, unfortunately Renesmee interceded.

"If it wasn't a date then why were you both in your room for over three hours with the door closed? And where is she now?" She ran past me across the hall to my bedroom, where she found Leah sleeping peacefully in my bed, she was dumbfounded, her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. I quickly covered her mouth before she had the chance to even breathe in Leah's direction and dragged her back into the hallway making sure to gently close the door behind us.

"Nahuel! What is she doing in your bed?" Her eyes were wide with excitement. As soon as she spoke the words I realized how bad in probably looked to her. We were now joined by Jacob and Emmett in the hallway.

"Nice," Emmett said with a smirk on his face. Jacob stood in silence his look was hard to define, but there was intense sense of concern in his eyes.

"She fell asleep, nothing romantic transpired between us in that room." I rolled my eyes at all of them.

"Sex isn't always labeled as romantic; I can think of several different adjectives used to describe sex, racy, intense, aggressive . . ." Jasper joined our conversation, his eyes narrowed at me with a slight look of disgust, "some even argue that it is a human need similar to breathing. So the question is not whether something romantic happened between the two of you, the question is did you have sex with her?" Everyone in the hall was quiet. As soon as the words left Jasper's mouth I saw myself with Leah in that way, I quickly and easily envisioned the look and feel of her body, the sound of her moan in my ear.

"No," I closed my eyes and shook my head for clarity, "the intercourse between Leah and I was and will always be strictly verbal, now if you will all excuse me." I went to rejoin Leah in my room, at least there I wouldn't be hounded about my intentions, which was insane to me because I had made myself clear on numerous occasions, when if came to Leah I had no intentions.

"Nahuel, wait there is a simpler matter I wish to discuss with you." This time instead of conferencing in Leah's room she directed us all to her room. "There is a dance this weekend and I wish to go, I also wish for Leah to go." She looked at me as if I should understand what I had to do with her statement.

"I suppose you should ask her if you wish for her to go with you." I thought it was odd that she seemed more concerned about Leah's presence at the event than Jacob escorting her.

"No silly, I don't want her to go with me; I want you to take her." She smiled at me hopefully.

"You should know well enough that isn't going to happen."

"We could all go together it could be a group thing." Jacob chimed in not wanting his imprint to be disappointed.

"When you say group, how large of a group are you talking about?" It would have to be a pretty large group to take my attention from Leah, she would have to literally be lost in a crowd, and I would still bet I would be immediately drawn to her beauty.

"All of us . . . excluding Carlisle and Esme of course," she continued to smile at me until hoping my answer would change.

"I suppose . . ." I was weary and fearful I had made the wrong choice regarding Leah's safety, but I had a feeling with Renesmee, I would have been forced into attendance regardless.

"Great! This will be the perfect thing to lift Leah's spirits, she loves to dance." Renesmee hopped up and placed her hand on my forearm, I saw visions of the two of them dancing around in Renesmee's room when she was younger. Through her vision I tried to concentrate on Leah's face instead of the movement of her body. As content as she seemed to be, her expression reminded of the one I wore when I was forced to go through the motions of life, "see!" Renesmee said as if she had shown me something positive.

"Thank you for sharing your memory Renesmee . . ." I tried to hide the fact that I was actually slightly saddened by the vision, "it would be nice to inadvertently be the cause of Leah's happiness." After I gave her the positive response she required, she and the rest of the coven left me to my own devices. For the rest of the night I browsed Leah's belongings, which I knew was wrong but I couldn't help but fulfill my curiosity. Under her bed I found a box filled with pictures and letters from people I imagined were from her past. I noticed three of the items had be crumbled up, two of them were pictures, one was of her and a boy (I assumed it was Sam) kissing, and the other was of her asleep in his arms. My chest tightened with ache for her, knowing that she had yet to let go of the hurt he caused her, if she had fully let go she would have simply thrown the pictures away and never thought twice about, instead Sam remained under her bed a place where she could easily access him and relive the hurt. How fitting was it that I would be the one to resurrect her past? I was now the one causing her pain and tormenting her daily by simply existing. In between my small discoveries I made in her room I would check on her, to find her still sleeping peacefully in my bed. The last item I would view before sunrise was a letter that accompanied the crumbled pictures.

Leelee,

You and me are the same. How could I love anyone or anything more than I love you? We have been together for a year and my mind still goes crazy over you. I will love you forever and you know you love me too. I just think it's crazy that I'm the first to say it. Why crazy girl won't you say it? If you love me you will tell me today. If you tell me, I promise that I will love you forever, because really I know that there is nobody else out there for me.

Happy Anniversary

Love Sam.

"Lixo!" I said to the empty room, I threw the letter to the ground, before it reached its destination I halted the item in mid air and returned it to her box since it wasn't my property to dismiss. I was prepared and happily ready to entertain that negative thoughts I had regarding Sam, however the truth was that fate had put us in similar situations, both of us had felt that we could love Leah completely and fate had ripped her away from us before we got the chance to try. At least he got to spend years with her, touching her and holding her, among other things. I didn't even get a day, let alone an hour of being with her romantically, but the end result was the same we had both let her down.

A few hours after dawn broke, I heard Leah stirring, I peaked in on her trying to wake, and it was quite comical how she flopped about. I wondered what she might say once she processed where she was, my mind automatically thought that she may assume I took indecent liberties with her; however I took solace in the fact that she was fully clothed and since I was her imprint she would trust me.

"She'll need these," Alice said handing me a garment bag, "and here's yours." She glared at me obviously hoping I would willing offer some information about last night, unfortunately for her there was nothing to tell, unless she wanted to know about what Leah has underneath her bed.

"Thanks," I turned to leave her.

"Wait I," She started but then we both heard Leah's voice, "I guess my questions can wait." She smirked and then took my bag back, "I'll put this in her room, she pushed me to the door. "What are you waiting for?" She groaned impatiently and pushed me once more.

"I'm waiting for the violence to end. Alice when did you become so aggressive?" I laughed slightly shocked.

"Since money is on the line," she laughed. Part of me wondered what money she was referring to but the better half of me just wanted to see Leah's face. I opened the door to find Leah sitting upright holding her head, for as well as Leah seemed to enjoy she slumber, she certainly seemed disoriented.

"Did you sleep well? You slept like you hadn't had sleep in days," I smiled at her, but she continued to look at me dumbfounded, "I tried to wake you but you refused to be moved." I laughed nervously, now I was lying to her the only attempt I had made at moving her was to put her between my sheets, but I had to say something to break the silence.

"Sorry, I crashed on you," she awkwardly maneuvered out of the bed. "Where did you sleep?" She asked as she unzipped the garment bag and stared at the clothing inside.

"I didn't," her head snapped in my direction, I guess the confused look was warranted especially because like my sisters, Renesmee sleeps on a regular daily basis, she would naturally assume I did the same, "I don't require much sleep at least once or twice a month." I clarified and she nodded in understanding her eyes wandered from my face to my chest, then she closed her eyes (an act that she made look painful) and turned away from me, "I'll leave you to dress."

This dance had seemed to captivate everyone's attention in this school. I personally couldn't understand the excitement. I had been asked by at least seven of these young ones if I was going to the dance and if so who was I going with?

"Why is it of concern to you?" I said to Melissa who was as always standing way too close to me.

"Because you Nahuel, are a very hot commodity in this school, being seen with you at the dance would be . . ." Her eyes, widened with unnecessary excitement.

"Even if I were to go to this dance what makes you so sure you and I would be seen together?" Her expression became cold, she almost seemed hurt by what I said then her expression changed as if something had just registered within her.

"Because we'd be dancing duh," she laughed and moved even closer to me, if she came any closer I would have no choice but to forcibly move her.

"Hmm is that so, I don't remember saying I would entertain you with such a request?" I said trying to humanly move pass her.

"Because silly boy, I'm me." She threw her hands up to indicate that there was something that I should be impressed by. Before I could comment further some of the other's in the class joined our conversation, giving Melissa the unnecessary boost to her ego that I was unwilling to give. I was however grateful to them for allowing me the opportunity to back completely out of the conversation.

I finally made it to the last half of the day, more importantly I made it to English the class I was most excited about. When I walked in the class to my disappointment Leah was over at Shelly's desk talking with her.

"So you'll make it happen?" Shelly beamed at something Leah had told her before I entered the room; she clapped her hands together and giggled.

"I'll see what I can do." Leah smirked amused, and then Shelly's face became worried, "What's wrong?" I tried hard to pretend that I wasn't focusing in on their conversation. I sat there like a blob transposing the words from my textbook into my notebook.

"I don't want you to twist his arm or anything, okay? I mean if he doesn't want to go with me don't . . ." Shelly paused, she was depressing herself with the negative possibilities, and Leah rolled her eyes then rubbed the girl's back.

"Well damn, let me ask him before you get all pessimistic on me!" Leah laughed a little then ruffled her hair.

"Right," Shelly let out a big sigh and then smiled at Leah, "Better?"

"Much . . . I'll ask him tonight and call you after okay?" Leah smiled at her and that aggravating spasm in the pit of my stomach made me feel nauseous. It was sad I was now jealous of this red head girl that Leah chose to smile at. Jealously is nothing more than an ugly demon use by the devil to ensure that nobody on this Earth is satisfied by what they posses, humans always require more.

"Yes, I'll wait up till you call me, so you better call me!" Shelly grabbed Leah's arm, "Okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Leah assured her and then finally took her seat beside me. I was surprised that she made no attempt at a salutation towards me. I was disappointed by her lack of determination today, so I decided to make my own attempt at addressing her, but to my displeasure Mr. Cooper came in and started class.

"Pop quiz!!" He smiled as the rest of the class groaned. Leah seemed as indifferent as I did about the news; she simply took out her notebook and stared mindlessly at it. I was more concerned by the fact that I had waited all day for this class to be confined to silence by this wrinkled little man.

I had stupidly outlined information that I could use to seem cordial but not too cordial in hopes of speaking to her but her, but today it seemed like I receive nothing from her. I looked at the quiz within a good five minutes I was finished with it but it seemed it was taking Leah a lot longer. Most of the students in the class were finished within twenty minutes but Leah still seemed to be working on the quiz.

"Ms. Clearwater are you having difficulty with the assignment?" Mr. Cooper approached her desk. "Leah?" He frowned, "Has she been sleeping long?" He asked me.

"I hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep." I went to shake her to assist in her awakening but Mr. Cooper made contact with her first.

"Ms. Clearwater your paper!" She was noticeably startled by his touch.

"Oh . . . sorry Mr. Cooper, it's finished I just . . ." She handed in her paper.

"You conked out!" He laughed a little then sobered, "You have to make sure you get goodnights sleep Ms. Clearwater, sleep is good." He ruffled her hair. I couldn't help but snicker on the expression on her face.

"Okay." Leah murmured then yawned she still looked as if she could barely keep her eyes open. She tossed me and evil look, and before I could address the cause of such a look, the bell rang departing our class.

The fates seemed to be truly working against my cause today, what I wanted was one simple conversation. I sat in History class thinking of what excuse I'd use to vacate the area, I had over used the bathroom excuse today I would have to be violently ill.

"Ahhh, Mr. Cole there is something wrong with my stomach." I clinched my stomach claiming insufferable pain.

"Well let me see your pass." He rolled his eyes as he signed the notepad, there was nothing he could really say to me considering the fact that I aced all of his tests. As I exited the room instead of grabbing Emmett from class I decided to venture to Seth's class, at first he stared at me from his seat as if I had lost my mind, but then he finally met me in the hallway.

"What do you want?" Seth asked, he had become better at being social with me, but he had made it no secret that he had no good feelings for me. He felt that it would be best for everyone involved if I were to return home.

"It's about Shelly; Leah's going to ask you about her." Seth looked confused.

"The red-haired girl she converses with" I said trying to refresh his memory.

"I know who she is . . ." he inhaled deeply, "what does she want to know?" He looked a little uneasy, it seemed like he may really like Shelly or he may really hate her.

"This dance thing going on this weekend . . . she wants you to court her . . . all the females around are going crazy about this small event." We now stood outside Leah's art class both Leah and Shelly were engrossed with Ms. Jordan's lecture.

"I figured that I should give you a opportunity to think on the decision before Leah addresses you, it seems sometimes when she wants something she has the tendency to be a little . . ." I smirked thinking of her feisty behavior.

"Abrasive? Aggressive?" Seth laughed, "yeah that's true, thanks for the heads up . . . you know it's weird that she doesn't act that way towards you and being that she is you imprint in all I would have thought she would have fought harder for the connection . . . it seems that she has just settled with whatever." He shrugged in looked at me, "I mean don't get me wrong I think it's a good thing . . . it's just not like her." I didn't know what to say to his comment so I just took it a face value returned the line of questioning back to him.

"Well do you have any feelings toward Shelly?" I asked bringing our conversation full circle, he looked the girl through the window, she turned toward us and her eyes bugged out of her head, she slowly turned back toward the teacher. I heard her whisper to Leah.

"Oh my God, Leah, Oh my God! Look who's at the window!" She whispered excitedly, I pushed Seth down the hall.

"What was that for?" He griped. "Oh you don't want her to see you? She knows you do this on purpose you know?" He laughed.

"I'd figure as much." Leah is a smart woman of course she would notice some creepy old man stealing glances at her. We walked the hall in silence for a while, we made three or four circles around the building before Seth spoke again.

"I think I will take her . . . why not it just a dance right?" He said thoughtfully, "It's not like she's gonna cast some spell over me and I gonna be forced to be with her forever!" He laughed and I frowned, "sorry dude it wasn't an imprint jibe, I just hope that crap never happens to me."

"I could imagine." I said blankly.

"I heard that Ren suckered you to going to this thing too, are you taking somebody?"

"No I plan to barely bring myself, I think I am too old to enjoy such activities." That statement was a lie I just didn't want to have to watch Leah, after giving what the night would entail careful consideration either way I was bound to be tormented. Either Leah would enjoy herself and move rhythmically to the music of today, or she would sit miserable because I refuse to pay her the attention she deserved.

"This is why I say you should just go back to wherever you came from, save yourselves the all that drama." Seth waved his hand dismissively.

"Trust me if I could . . . but I can't leave her." That was the first time I admitted it to anybody. It wasn't that I hadn't thought of leaving several times during the past couple months, I just couldn't leave her; the physical pain of such a venture would be too great for the both of us.

"Well then . . ." he sighed, "she is bound to get hurt again." He shrugged, "Imprint or not you are bad news . . . our ancestors must have done something horrible for Leah to get stuck with you, no offensive, if you were human then it wouldn't matter."

"I am human . . . my heart beats, believe it or not I even bleed." I said annoyed, we were back in front of the art room. Leah noticed us there this time usually I walked by and pretended to be looking in a different direction but this time I just stood by the when window with Seth. She frowned confused by our presence, Seth waved to her and I copied his motion, she waved and smirked slightly, as she waved she accidentally touched her forehead getting green paint on her face.

"Nice," Seth laughed, "I wonder how long that will stay there." He looked at his watch, "I gotta go man and thanks again for the heads up."

When I returned home instead of joining the others in the house I decided to go hunting. Not that I was particularly thirsty, I was more in the mood for solitude then anything else. Seth's words kept playing over in my head about how I was no good for his sister imprint or no. He was right. How was it that she imprinted something that was deadly to their kind? It was if fate considered her mistake and wanted her dead. Seth's concern for Leah made me think of my own family, mainly my sisters most importantly Marisol, besides my aunt she was the most torn apart by my departure. Marisol has always seemed to be attached to me somehow, Maria said it stems from the way our father treated her while they were raised every time I brought up the discussion with Marisol she cleverly would change the subject. After I finished hunting I decided to call them regardless of time difference it was a high probability they wouldn't be concerned over something so petty.

"Hello!" Maria's voice sang.

"Hello sister dear!" I laughed her voice relaxed me and took me to a familiar happy memory.

"Nahuel are you on your way back to us yet?" She laughed.

"Even though I should be . . ." I started.

"So the young one hasn't decided on you yet . . . she must be dense." That reminded me that I hadn't told her of any of the events here. I didn't want to give away too much information for fear that it would get into the wrong hands.

"I decided to give up that."

"Okay so what is keeping you there?" She asked, "You know that father will not be happy about this?"

"How will he find out about it?" I countered my voice went cold, somehow my movements had been getting back to my father rather quickly one them had to been giving him information.

"He will hear nothing form me brother I promise." Silence hit both of us.

"How are Marisol and my aunt?" I asked concerned.

"They are in perfect health I assure you?" We both laughed at her statement.

"You know what I mean." I countered

"Marisol mood is still dampened due to your departure, Hulien is still Hulien." She sighed and then yawned.

"I forgot you females need your beauty rest let me oblige you." I laughed

"To be fair to humanity I should stay up, because if I were to get more beautiful . . ."

"Yeah I know you would draw attention from all kinds of male suitors." I said sarcastically.

"You know it! Good night brother." She yawned again.

"Good night." Once I closed the phone I was brought back into my reality. The reality that all the people that I openly loved were in another country and that the one person I loved that was here I could not and should not possess.

I walked through the front door to see Leah walking towards me in an rushed manner.

"Nahuel" Renesmee called for me.

"Don't go in there it's a trap!" She looked at me with such fear, I thought they had planned to attack me, but I couldn't see why they would feel the need to perform that kind of action. She had even as far as to grab my shoulder to make sure she had my attention.

"What are you talking about?" I countered.

"They want you to go to the dance!" She whispered like it was the most dangerous thing in the world.

"Should I not want to go?" I was confused I thought she enjoyed dancing and would want me to go. Maybe she was concerned that I didn't enjoy that kind of commotion. "I am actually quite fond of dancing." I smiled at her to put her at ease but it seemed to put her more on edge.

"Oh . . . are you taking anyone to this dance?" She looked down when she asked this question, the expression on her face was painful and that was putting it mildly, she looked as if she had cut her own wrists.

"No . . . however there are a few girls that asked me that same question, excuse me for a second." I decided to go see what Renesmee wanted before she decided to interject herself into our conversation. When I entered the dining room all of the Cullens were sitting at the table.

"She is going!" Renesmee smiled at me.

"It took a bit of convincing don't you think?" Jasper directed his statement to Renesmee.

"This is for her own good; she may not realize that now." She smiled confidently, "You can't back out now Nahuel."

"So you tricked both of them into going," Alice said, "scandalous!" She laughed. I frowned I didn't want to go in the first place and now knowing that Leah wasn't concerned about it the whole thing seemed quite pointless.

"Calm down Nahuel it's truly a harmless little dance." Edward said to me.

"Right," I exited the room before our civil conversation turned into and unnecessary argument. I rejoined Leah who was now sitting in the stairwell.

"You are not happy about going?" I asked I was ready to tell her that I felt the exact same way and didn't want to bother with going.

"No." Was she said her frown grew deeper she looked as if she could cry.

"Why?" I wanted more than that, why would going to the dance with me cause her some much pain? Maybe it was because she wasn't really going with me or maybe it was that the vision of her dancing was a lie. I just wanted to know.

"I can't tell you that Nahuel!" She got up and started walking up the stairs; I was tempted to follow her. For her being imprinted on me she was a strong woman to be able to deny me.

"You seriously won't tell me?" She stopped at the top of the stairs and shook her head never looking back at me. If she had I might have caved and took her into my arms, it was probably for the best that she didn't.