He Imprinted On Me {Rewriting}

Chapter Ten

The walk had been quiet for a while, it seemed like neither of us were enjoying the silence either. As I walked, I had to pay close attention to the ground, so I wouldn't trip over anything. I had even kicked a few sticks out of my path as I did. It felt like the only thing I could hear was my own heart beat, and it only seemed to get louder and louder, echoing in my ear.

I felt like it was still early in the night, but I knew I would have to get home at some point or later. It was surprising thst my mom hasn't tried to check in on me, but then again, they could have asked her to take another double shift at the hospital. It wouldn't be an odd thing, since more time than not when they ask, she always stays over. She has always made an effort to bound with her patients, so that they're more calm for some things, or some just don't like the hospital to begin with.

"Jake?" I spoke to get his attention, it didn't seem that hard, since it had worked. He had turned his faced to look at me, but kept his steady walking pace.

"Yeah? " He asked, looking down at me, giving off a small smile befote turning his attention back to the path. I had slowly began to slow my pace, inwhich he noticed and also began to slow his, in order to stay walking next to my side.

"What's imprinting?" I asked him, feeling that I had no need to best around the bush with the question. It had been on my mind all day, and I just wanted all my questions answered.

I know what Sam said, back when everyone thought I was still asleep, but I want him to tell me. I want him to be the one to explain it, becuase he knows how to explain it to me, in a way I would understand. I don't think what Sam said, that it was all of it, the full explanation, becuase I still felt like there were parts that were missing. I wanted to hear it from him, I kmow thst I needed to hear it from him, from Jacob. It would be the only way that my mind would rest about the subject.

"Oh." He scratched the back of his neck, as he looked down at the ground. I could hear the air get caught in the back of his throat, as he took a moment to think of his words. "You heard that?" He asked, with a slight nervous laugh, clearly trying to calm himself.

"Yeah." I paused and looked at him, stopping in my tracks. Jacob stopped a few steps in front of me, turning back to look at me.

"How much did you end up hearing?" He asked softly, and it was clear he was trying not to make eye contact with me, but gave a few glances here and there.

"The small amount about getting Sam, then to the point before I woke up." I felt like I should have lied, to see if he would tell me more, but then I just didn't have the guts to do it. "Is it bad?" I asked him, slight fear in my tone, the millions of questions swarming through my head again. I could feel my heart beat begin to raise, the echoing once again returning to my ears.

"What?" The question seemed to catch him off gaurd, not only was the look on his face, it was in his tone as well.

"Imprinting? It is something bad?" I restated my question, making it clear were he wouldn't be able to avoid the question.

"No, no, no, it's not bad, it's not bad at all." His words came out fast as he shook his head.

"What is it?" I could feel as the air got trapped in my lungs as I stared at me. He took those few steps closer to me, closing the space between us. He reached for both my hands, holding them in his, holding them in what little space was left between us.

"It's the most wonderful thing that can happen to me." He spoke with a big smile on his face, a smile that seemed to go ear to ear.

"How?" I asked him, my heart slowly going down, finding his actions, his body heat, calming me down. "You're not answering my question. What it is? What is imprinting."

"It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like, gravity moves, and then suddenly." He paused, an off look in his eyes as he stared at me, what seemed to be a loving look on his face. "It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does. You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, a lover, or a friend."

"And that happened to you?" I asked him, and he looked up at me. His eyes had ended up staring down at our hands. "About me?" He lightly smiled, nodding his head.

"Yeah, it did." He told me, then turning to face away from me, his hands sliding out of my own. "I imprinted on you." He let out a breath, watching his shoulders move and fall. His whole body changed, his arms slumped as it looked like he haf lost all his confidence.

Why wouldn't he look at me? I didn't understand. Imprinting sounded important, and maybe he's upset with himself for the way that he treated me. When he left me out to dry, but I waited for him. The years I waited for him, and I know there was a part of me that would always wait for him. The time I loved him before I knew what love was. He had been so blinded my Bella when came back, the love that he had for her.

"Jacob." I say, in a soft breathless voice, reaching out to touch his arm. He slowly turned to look at me, a scared expression on his face. "Just kiss me already." 

The words had barley left my lips when he quickly walked over to me and cupped my face in his hands. Pulling me close to him, he didn't even hesitant before he pulled me into a kiss. Time seemed to freeze, as the moment played out. I wrapped my hand around his neck, and then he moved his hand from me face to my waist, pulling me closer to him, as if that was possible. I began to kiss back the moment his lips had met mine, like I always wanted to do. We then moved in perfect sync, just like a movie, it was magical. His lips were warmer than I had ever imagined, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

  It felt all my troubles in the world went away, that all the weight had been taken off my shoulders. I didn't have to worry about Bella stealing Jacob away from me, a fear I had from the moment Jacob spoke of her coming back. I didn't have to worry about keeping my feelings from him, although it was a shock that he had never figured it out. Now that I look back at it, I was never that

Now, I just had to tell him. Tell him how I felt feel. Tell him how much I love him. Tell him how long that I have loved him. I had to stop hiding in my own shadow, and take control of my life. I didn't need to be so scared all the time, I was in high school, I needed to act like it. I was still paralyzed by my junior high fears, and I had to get over it. This was my biggest one, and it was now or never to finally get over it.