From Princess To Imprint

Luke Wess = My Least Favorite Person

"Alex, we went over this. It's a major opportunity for Veronica and I. Plus, you'll be able to go to La Push again. Isn't that exciting?" Dad asked with a smile on his face. He'd been trying for the past two hours to make sense of this situation for me.

It didn't work at all.

"Dad, I don't want to go to La Push! I haven't been there in years! I'm perfectly comfy here!" I exclaimed, burying my face into my pillow.

"And that's exactly why you need to go," He said quietly.

My head snapped up as I stared at him. "Huh?"

"You've become too... You've changed, Alex! And not for the better. Look, you're my princess, you always have been and always will be... But that doesn't mean you can treat people every which way you want. So, I'm sending you to La Push this summer to bring you back to earth and so you can get in touch with your Quileute heritage," He explained.

"Get in touch with my... Are you insane!? And I am so down to earth! I'm like... buried!" I reasoned.

"That was a very bad comeback, Alex. But I've already made arrangements. Pack up your stuff tonight. I'm dropping you off at the airport tomorrow morning, bright and early," He said.

"But... But... Dad! What about my friends!? What about my boyfriend!? What about my life here!? This was supposed to be THE best summer of my entire life, and now it's ruined because you want to send me back to La Push!" I said, glaring at the floor in front of me.

"Your life isn't over, Alex. Besides, this is only temporary. Only for this summer. Then we're moving back here and getting a new beach house. How does that sound?" He asked, hoping it would make me feel better.

"Dad, we already have a beach house in Malibu. Why can't I just stay here?" I whined.

"No, Alex. It's already been decided. Start packing," He ordered.

"But Daddy... Please?" I asked, putting on my best puppy dog face and latching my hand onto his arm. It always got him to melt right before my eyes.

"Alex... Please just get packing..." He muttered, pulling his arm away from my grasp and walking towards the stairs.

"Dad, wait! This argument isn't over yet!" I said, standing up.

"I say it is. Get packing," He said, and with that, he went down the stairs.

I looked around my room, the only place that wasn't filled with boxes. But pretty soon, it would be. Pulling out five huge suitcases of mine, I opened them and got ready to fill them with my stuff. What can I say? I do have a lot of stuff.

I groaned, opening the doors to my walk-in closet. My life was completely over.

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"They have a wonderful beach, Alex. You love beaches," Dad said as he drove his expensive SUV, the car I wouldn't see for months.