A/N/: Okay, so I know in the books Edward met Bella in their junior year about half way through. Just trust me, this'll work. And if it doesn't, you're allowed to leave flames. Enjoy!

I checked this morning. Twilight is still owned by the lovely Stephanie.

APOV:

I pitched another baseball. Seconds later, the satisfying crack of metal against... well, whatever a baseball is made of, met my ears. The ball that Emmett had just hit went sailing over the trees. Emmett had caught it and threw it back to me. "Out!"

Normally, these calls were made by my 'mother', Esme. Tonight, however, the calls were being made by Edward's human girlfriend, Bella. She was a pretty girl. She had dark brown hair, and the most piercing eyes. And yes, she did smell good. She just wasn't drop dead gorgeous like I always thought Edward would fall for. Still, she made him happy, so the family and I decided we would support him.

It had been a week since I first met Leah. She was a good partner for the project, but she acted a little... strange. She wanted nothing to do with me, but would still watch me whenever we were within eyesight of each other. She didn't like that the necklace had come from me, but she didn't take it off.

I focused back on baseball. My team was up by two points, and I was determined to keep it that way.

I continued to play, and Bella continued to make calls. Most of them were accurate, but every so often she would mistake a ball for a strike and vice versa. The only really major mistake she had made was mistaking Rose's home run for an out. Rose had corrected her pretty fast on that one. Poor Bella. Rose really disliked her.

Soon enough, I was at bat. I stepped up to the plate, centering myself. From the outfield, Edward spoke.

"Alice, Leah would like to finish the project." He sounded slightly annoyed. Though he was across the field from me, I could hear him loud and clear. I could now smell Leah, so I knew she would be able to hear me.

"I already finished it." She knew this. I had told her yesterday in class. It's one of the many benefits of never sleeping. Another example of how confusing she could be. She avoided me, but then sought me out like this.

Bella had begun to look back and forth between me and Edward, obviously confused. The rest of my family was used to conversations somewhat like this, so they were relaxed. Carslile, who had been pitching, was now throwing the ball back and forth with Jasper. Esme was having conversation with Rose in the dugout, and Emmett was well... being Emmett. He was busy mocking Edward.

Edward smirked at me. What was running through Leah's head? "She wants to see it." Wow. This girl really wanted to talk to me.

"Fine." I said. "My house. 10 minutes." Then I nodded to Carslile.

One home run later, I headed for home. I had a funny feeling she didn't really want to talk about the project.

- - -

When I arrived at our house, she was sitting on the porch steps. She was wearing an extremely large tee shirt. The sleeves covered up all the way to her elbows, and the hem came down to just above her knees. The shirt was teal, with red lettering that said 'Day of Silence, April 25th, 2008' .

I walked up to her, and glanced at her. Then I sat down on the second step. I stretched out, so my back was resting against the railing. Leah shifted herself so that she was sitting the same way along the first step, facing me.

I sucked in a breath, then out. Not that I needed to breathe, I just needed a moment to think.

"Well, I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that you didn't want to talk about the project." She nodded at my comment. Then she shook her head. This girl was all about contradictions, wasn't she?

She continued to talk. "I need you to trust me for a couple minutes. I'm not going to make tons of sense. But in order for you to understand the end, you need to know the beginning." She looked me straight in the eye. I nodded.

LPOV:

Last week, Jacob and I had a conversation about what was known about imprinting. He told me that if an imprinter revealed themselves to the imprintee, and the imprintee rejected him or her, multiple things could happen. The imprinter could simply live a long, sad life. Some people had even been driven to end their lives early because of how they felt.

There was one case, though, that really stood out. It had been passed down through the generations, piece of legend. But lately, we had been more compelled to believe legend. In this case, the imprintee rejected him. Hard. He ran off, and wasn't found untill weeks later. They found his body, human form, hundreds of miles away. When an autopsy was conducted, it was determined that his body just shut down.

Died of a broken heart.

The really funny thing was that he was the only other ware wolf to have ever imprinted on someone of the same sex. Okay, it wasn't that funny. It was flat out scary.

Now, I looked at her. She was looking back at me, with questioning eyes as she adjusted herself to sit on the steps. I adjusted myself to look at her. God, she was beautiful. She was wearing a baseball jersey and pants that were definitely aged, but showed she had a good figure. Yet, it also left enough to the imagination. Her pants hugged her legs, and cut off mid-calf. Her hair was sticking out from the bottom of her cap in funny directions. A pair of black high tops were loosely laced on her feet, and seemed to scream 'fuck me!'.

I shook my head a little. Get a hold of yourself, girl! Since when do shoes say 'fuck me!'? Since when do you even like girls?

Right. Since I imprinted. And I don't like girls. I don't even like boys. I love her.

APOV:

She took a breather for a minute, deep in thought. I noticed the way her eyes flicked up and down my figure. Could she be...?

No. She couldn't be. She couldn't be in love with me. And even if she was, after I had learned of Kristina's death, I had promised myself that I would never be with anyone else.

She broke my chain of thought by speaking.

"Did Grandma Kristina ever explain imprinting to you?" God, it was weird to hear her call my Kristina 'Grandma Kristina'. I thought for a minute, then shook my head. She had mentioned it in passing once, but never really explained it.

"Well," she continued "basically what happens is that a wolf sees another person, and becomes attached with every fiber of their being. The wolf wants what's best for the person, no matter what. For the most part, if the person thinks that something is best for them and they want it, the wolf will do anything to make it happen."

"The only problem is rejection." I nodded. It made sense. "But I already explained that." She exhaled after she finished that.

She was right. I did get a little confused. "So how does that relate to me?" I asked.

She took a deep breath. "Alice," she said, "I've imprinted on you."

I froze. I couldn't do that. I had promised myself, promised Kristina, that I would never love again. I got up and started running toward the trees.

"Wait." Her soft voice met my ears. I stopped and looked back at her. She was standing at the bottom of the steps. To look at her face, you would think that she was being ripped apart. I knew in that moment what I had to say.

She had told me about the boy for a reason.

"Leah, I'm not rejecting you. This is just best for me." She nodded, looking a little better but still not great. With that I turned and left.

LPOV

I watched her run, and it hurt. But I knew my heart wouldn't break, at least not now. Not untill she totally rejected me. For now I would just hurt.

As I pounded my way home, I heard a faint tune finding its way over the trees. A small, sweet, female voice.

O fare you well my dear, I must be gone
And leave you for a while:
Though I roam away I shall return,
Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear,
Though I roam ten thousand miles.

So fair thou art my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I.

But I never will prove false to the bonnie lass I love,

Till the stars fall from the sky my dear,

Till the stars fall from the sky.

Ten thousand miles it is so far
To leave me here alone,
Whilst I may lie, lament and cry,
And you will not hear my moan, my dear,
And you will not hear my moan.

The crow that is so black, my dear,
Shall change his colour white;
And if ever I prove false to thee,
The day shall turn to night, my dear,
The day shall turn to night.

Yonder sits that little turtle dove,

O yonder sits that little turtle dove,
She doth sit in yonder high tree,
A making a moan for the loss of her love,
As I will do for thee, my dear,
As I will do for thee.

The river never will run dry,
Nor the rocks melt with the sun;
And I'll never prove false to the bonnie lass I love
Till all these things be done, my dear,
Till all these things be done.

As I continued running, the song made me cry. I knew it was a promise to my grandmother, as well as to me. Just give her time. Just a little more time.