First Imprint [Book 1] ✔️

8 • Desperate

Preface

I never understood the idea of suicide. I never understood what would make someone so desperate that they would want take their own life...until now.

SAM'S POV

I woke up early around 6 am, but couldn't go back to sleep. Paul and Jared had given me the night off so that I could be rested for my date with Emily. In truth, I think they mainly didn't want me to patrol with them because I couldn't stop thinking of her and they were getting irritated with it. Harry was right. I was completely useless in my role as the Alpha and would continue to be so until I got things settled with my imprint.

I stared impatiently at the clock for a half hour before finally admitting defeat. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, I got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. After showering and throwing on some khaki shorts and a white t-shirt, I prepared my breakfast. Today I decided on six scrambled eggs, a quart of orange juice and four pieces of toast. When the clock still showed that it wasn't even 8 am, I began to clean the house just for something to do and to be honest, it really needed it. Finally it was 9:30 am. I decided to walk instead of drive over so that I could burn up more time.

I headed towards the Clearwater house and had just started to pass the supply store when I heard my name called. I turned and there was Emily leaning against the wall outside the store entrance. She, like me, was wearing khaki shorts but with a purple tank top that emphasized her curves. She looked incredible and as she walked towards me, the scent of honeysuckle hit me like an aphrodisiac.

"You look nice," I said. Nice seemed too plain a word, but I didn't want to scare her.

"Thanks," She said uncomfortably, while looking anywhere but at me. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Do you mind if we walk for a while? I don't really feel comfortable talking about this here." I said, looking knowingly towards the store where I could hear Seth rummaging around.

"Uh...sure," she replied after hesitating.

We began following a well known trail that was a favorite in La Push. I asked her all kinds of questions about what she liked and disliked, and after a while she began to ask me about mine. She soon was relaxed and talking openly. I told her a story of my bad cooking skills, a time in high school when I tried to cook french toast and ended up with food poisoning for two weeks because I didn't cook the egg thoroughly enough. She laughed so hard that tears formed in her eyes. It was the first time I had ever heard her laugh, a true heartfelt laugh, and I felt myself fall more deeply in love with her.

Before I knew it, a couple of hours had passed. We decided to take an off beat trail. I realized that we were at the clearing that Leah and I used to go to. I felt like a heel bringing Emily to this place even if it was subconscious. We began to walk closer to the waterfall, closer than Leah and I had ever been. I was quiet as I stared across the river that formed under the waterfall.

"Well, we've been talking and walking for a while now Sam. What did you really want to talk to me about?" Emily asked. I turned to look at her. Odd, something in her face seemed reluctant and I wondered if she was as unwilling to ruin the happy mood as I was.

"I wanted to talk about us," I started, watching her immediately freeze up.

"There is no us," she interrupted quickly. ""I thought you wanted me to come here to give you some advice on Leah."