Not Me!

Love at First Sight

(Y/N)'s POV

Anger bloomed in my mind as if I had a button being pushed over and over. I got well acquainted with my bed when I wasn't at school. Not so much to sleep but more to idly wait for a response.

Edward told me that we would talk every day, but he hasn't reached out once. I had no idea when I would just give up on trying entirely.

If I hadn't been lying in bed trying to contact him, my phone was pretty much hot-glued to my head throughout the school day. My hope was helpless at this point, but I kept on waiting.

Hope as strong as a thin sheet of glass kept me checking my phone every few minutes. More often than not, a little crack would develop in the glass-made hope. He has responded for days now, and I'm worried about him.

He's somewhere on this planet, but I don't know the details. It could be another country or a whole other continent. Anything can happen wherever he is; I just hoped with everything that I had that he wasn't in danger.

Again, hoping for a response from him is like trying to catch a kite that slipped through my fingers on a windy day. It'll be a close-to-nothing chance to get that kite back into my hands again.

Friends have started to notice the shift in my behavior. I hardly interacted with them besides a few distracted mumbles and nods. Seeing me at their table at lunch was almost like a ghost sighting.

They started to get worried about me. I knew that, so I began to try to get a grip on myself and not be so glued to my phone. I left my phone in my pocket and listened to the table.

"Hey, you're back." Jessica smiled and looked over at me now that I didn't have my phone in my face for once. "I haven't seen your face in a minute. Always in that phone." She teased me and awkwardly laughed it off.

"Jessica," Angela smacked Jessica's shoulder in a way to tell her off for saying that.

"What? It's just not like (Y/N) to be like the way they were. Like Edward isn't responding, so they should give him the cold shoulder some." Jessica retorted and shrugged her shoulders.

"It's still not cool. Just leave (Y/N) alone on that." Angela told Jessica off in a hushed tone.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Bella turned to face me. She pushed her hair out of her face before talking anymore. "How about you hang out with me and Jacob? It would be like old times...and it'll get your mind off Edward for a bit."

She nibbled on her lip as she waited for me to respond to her. I debated it for only a moment or two in my head. "Sure, but I would need to bring Cynthia along with me. Is that cool with you, maybe?"

"Yeah, that's fine." She nodded along with her words.

"Great, so this weekend?" I sat up, getting ready to leave the table. She briefly nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear again.

I needed the time not to stress over Edward. He didn't seem to want to talk to me, so I'll just not bother. My hope shattered from under me and crunched beneath my feet.

Time could be used for more important things like bonding with others. If he ever decides to message me, I'll get a notification.

"Cynthia?" I called for her as I walked the halls of the school, heading to her locker.

"Yeah?" She peeked from the other side of her locker door. Her backpack is on her back, so she's ready to go home.

"Bella invited us to hang out with her and her boyfriend, Jacob. I agreed to go if you would come along." I strolled to the front double doors.

"Okay, when is it?" She easily caught up to me with a gleam of excitement in her eyes. Her eyes danced around the scenery, watching raindrops fall.

"This weekend," I grabbed her forearm to guide her in the right direction to my navy car. "Let's head home and wait for the weekend, okay?"

She nodded her head in excitement. Her life out of the forest is only beginning at this point. What is something I have always been around since day one is entirely new to her.

The weekend has dragged into its place in the current time. My violin is delicately put in its case for its slumber. "Cynthia?! It's time to go!" I slipped on my shoes and waited for her at the front door.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm ready to go." Cynthia appeared in front of me in a blur. She could hardly stay still in her excitement. 

"Okay, let's get going to hang out with Bella and her friends." I smiled before heading to the car.

"Hey, Bella," I stopped my car beside her orange, old-fashioned truck. Cynthia came out quickly and followed close behind me over to Bella.

I could see a boy from the corner of my eye. He stopped playing with his friend to come over to Bella, Cynthia, and me. He jogged over to talk to us.

Seth's POV

I stopped jogging as soon as I caught sight of her. My heart didn't know what to do, whether to stop or beat out of my chest. She looked amazing, and I now knew what the others meant more than ever.

An imprint is an inseparable bond between two people. She is that for me. I could hardly think of a way to describe it. It's like a force between her and me, drawing us together.

I wanted to be by her side more than anything. My feet slowly pulled me to her side like a trance. She is so cool, and I didn't even know her name or anything. I want to learn more about her, see her, meet, and be together.
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