Chapter 2

Sam. I really needed to talk to him. My walking had gained speed and soon I was running to Sam's house. Well, technically it was Emily's house, but we just considered it Sam's since he was the man of the house. As I became closer and closer to the house, my running slowed to a steady walk. I knocked on the front door and Emily opened it, her hair a mess. "Rough night?" I asked, a small laugh escaping my mouth. She rubbed her eyes, nodding her head.

"You could say that," she said in a hoarse voice. She sounded sick. "Sam's in the kitchen. I'll go get him for you." She opened the door the rest of the way so that I could enter and I gently closed it behind me. Sam appeared a few moments later.

"Jacob!" he said, slapping me on the back. He always acts as if we hadn't seen each other in ages, even if we had just seen each other a few hours ago. I sighed. "What's up?"

I glanced over at Emily who was listening intently to our conversation. When she noticed me looking at her, her face turned a light shade of pink. The floorboards creaked as she went back into the kitchen. "Well, I was kind of hoping to speak to you about," my voice lowered. It was almost inaudible, "about – you know."

He shook his head. "No, I don't know."

I coughed. "Imprinting." I coughed again. Emily peaked her head around the corner.

"Imprinting?" My attempt to hide it from everyone in La Push failed. Sam's voice was loud. I wouldn't be surprised if Bella came to me tomorrow asking who I'd imprinted on.

"Yeah, imprinting. You know – when boy meets girl and boy falls madly in love with girl, even though he doesn't have a chance. And he knows girl doesn't love him back because she is in love with someone else." His words were probably confusing from the look Sam gave him next.

"Wait, you imprinted on BELLA?" he asked, his eyebrows raising drastically. "I thought imprinting only happened on first glance. Wow, guess there's a lot those stories don't cover." His eyes went misty and I could tell he was thinking about Leah. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he snapped out of it.

"No, not Bella. But, it's someone that I've seen plenty of times before." I shook my head. "I guess I never truly saw anyone because I was so hung up on Bella. But, today. I'm positive I imprinted." I couldn't tell if there was a tone of joy or a tone of misery in my voice.

"Wait, so who did you imprint on?" His eyebrows were at there normal place now, and my eyes went to the ground. I couldn't tell him. I knew there was still a part of him that was in love with Leah. "Jake? Who did you imprint on?"

I glanced up at him. "Leah." I barely even heard my own voice, but he had heard it. His body tensed up, but he nodded his head at me.

"That's good," he muttered, turning away. He walked into the kitchen and Emily came walking out.

"What happened?" she asked, raising her left eyebrow. Is there something in their blood that causes them to lift their LEFT eyebrow?

I shook my head. "Nothing happened. Nothing at all." I turned away from her and left the house. It didn't go how I had planned.

(So short, I know! I didn't have a muse. Next one shall be longer).