He Imprinted On Me {Rewriting}

Chapter Five

He imprinted on me? Imprinted? What on earth does that mean? How do you imprint on a person? Guys are already confusing as is, why did he have to go and add this into the mix. This was something that I've never heard before, from my mom, my grnadma, even at school. Was it a code word for something? Something in their guy code that they had, that just every guy was expected to know and understand.

"Jacob." Sam said in his normal voice, the anger he had was gone, and had gained my attention again. "Why didn't you just tell me? Why didn't you tell any of us?" Sam asked, almost in a hurt tone, sounding like it was as if Jacob had betrayed him.

"I don't know. I just-" Jacob began but stopped himself, his words trailing off in his own sentence.

"Want want her to be safe, nothing to happen to her. You want to give her the world, because she is your world." Sam spoke up, seeming to know exactly how he felt and wanted to say. "You've see your future together and you just want everything to be like that. You want to give her that happiness." He spoke as it he was own little world as he spoke.

"Yeah." Jacob said, then I felt him grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers back together. Part of myself calmed back down, as his warmth omce again falling over my body.

"When she wakes up, bring her over to Emily's, and she can meet everyone,  properly. You can tell her, you can tell her everything." Sam told him and I then heard him walk out and shut the door behind him.

Maddy open your eyes, you have to open them. Move something, your finger, a toe, anything. Tighten your grip on his hand, let him know you can hear him. Do something, damn it! Come on, you can make your own body move, its your body. I could feel myself mentally taking in a deep breath, preparing myself, before I slowly opened my eyes to see Jacob holding my hand my staring out the window.

He was once again sitting, a far look in his eyes. It looked like he was deep in thought, and after everything that I had heard, he had every right to be lost in his own mind. I lightly smiled and tighten my grin on his hand, feeling the pressure on my shoulders lift.

"Jake." I spoke, my throat dry and my voice lightly cracked. That didn't seem to bother him, because as soon as I spoke his head snapped and looked at me.

"You're awake!" He looked at me with a large smile before looking over me. "Are you okay?" He asked, I nodded my head as I began sit up, he quickly moved to help me.

"I'm fine." I look at him with a light smile brfore giving a small cough to help my throat. "My throat is kinda dry, and head kinda hurts." I raised my hand to lay it on my temple, realizing this was the frist time I had noticed it. I had been so distracted before, it wasn't a big deal then. "Did I hit my head or something?" I lightly laughed and he smiled at me, probably glad I was awake, I know I was glad. "Because, that sounds like something I would do."

I knew that's not what I wanted to talk about, and he had made it clear that wasn't what he didn't want to talk about it. I didn't care if I hit my head, if it waw bad or important, they would have taken me to the hospital. I wanted to know what imprinting was. I wanted to know why it was so important that he had to tell me, even after clearly being told not to. Why would he have to listen to Sam, and not just tell me?  Why was it so important that I needed to go to Emily's as soon as I woke up. Was he just going to tell me, or would I have to bring it up? Give him hints that I could hear what they were talking about, and maybe he would then bring it up.

"Can you get me a glass of water, please?" I looked at him a soft smile, breaking the short silence that had fallen between us.

"Yeah, I'll be right back." He smiled before hurrying out of the room.

It didn't take him long to return, and it was a relief to see the water. I lightly took the glass out of his hand with a smile, before basically chugging the whole glass. Once I finished the glass of water I placed it on my bedside table, knowing it could be taken to the kitchen later. My throat had felt so much better, and I knew my voice wouldn't crack now when I spoke.

It was quiet, once again, Jacob was lost in his own mind all over again. I knew by the look in his eyes he was off in his own little world, becuase I had a look of my own that he would always point out. He was in deep thought, it was going to be hard to bring him out of it.

Does imprinting mean that he doesn't want to be my friend anymore? Is that why has really been avoiding me? Should I tell him that I love him? Would that help anything or make the matters worse? Should I still keep it a secret? I haven't had trouble keeping it a secret all these years. Why change it now?

I should still just keep it a secret, but with Bella was out of the picture, I could have a shot with him. He had been my best friend for as long as I could remember, best friends sometimes become more than friends, it wasn't a strange thing if it were to happen. They become high school sweethearts, they get married, they live happily ever after. That's the story of my grandparents and my parents. Why can't I have that too?

The reason why I couldn't have it, was because if he didn't feel the same way, that's years of friendship down the drain. You just need to stay quite, it was better to have him in your life as a friend then not at all. 

"Hey, Maddy get ready." I nodded my head and got up, knowing why I needed to get ready, I didn't have to ask. "Do you want me to leave to room?" I shook my head, seeing there was not point.

"I'm just changing my top shirt, I have a tank top on under it, my jeans are fine." I replied as I climbed out of my bed, lightly stretching as I stood to my feet.

It wasn't like he hasn't seen me in a bathing suit before. My mom use to give us baths in the same tub, it wasn't a big deal.  He nodded his head, but still turned around. I lightly rolled my eyes as I smiled and went to change my shirt, putting on my shoes. I brushed my hair and made sure my make-up was still okay, I only had to touch it up some. I didn't get why he was making such a big deal on looking at me, he saw me everyday.

"Okay, I'm ready to go." I smiled, Jacob turned around and smiled at me, lightly nodding his head.