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Pride of the Pack

16 year old Alicia is having to move with her pack to Rainy City, a.k.a. Forks. With her mother playing matchmaker for her, her father critisizing her, Alicia's life is less than perfect. But can a certain werewolf see through her mask, and can Alicia eventually love him back? Thanks a load to Eternity's_Charm for the amazing banner!

This story has no Cullen's, or Renesmee. Things are already way to complicateed in Alicia's life to throw in the Cullen's!

5. Chapter 5 Wow...

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I left the kitchen and saw that most of our pack had left. I quickly scurried away and escaped upstairs into my room. I hopped on to my computer, and pulled up Google. I typed the word imprint into the search engine.

I clicked on the link to Wikipedia, it said that imprinting was used to describe situations in which an animal or person learns the characteristics of some stimulus, which is therefore said to be "imprinted" onto the subject.

Okay, that made no sense whatsoever. I used my own brain as a search engine to try and figure out what Jake had meant when he said imprinting, I came up empty.

The rest of the day I ended up looking up what imprint said on the computer. I finally ended up going to sleep at 11:00 at night, after no success. That night the kind stranger in my dream was replaced by Jacob.

“J-Jake, I don’t think we can do this anymore, we are being torn apart.” I chocked back a sob. The tears had already started to form, mashing the scenery together in to a tye dye of color.

“Don’t think like that Alicia, you are my world. I can’t live without you. We’ll make it through this, we have to.” I could clearly see the hurt in Jacob’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks about us, only how we feel about ourselves. I love you Alicia.” He was now searching through my eyes with his own, as if he was trying to find my answer in there.

The tears in my eyes started to overflow and drip down my face like the rarest and delicates of ribbons.

I desperately clung to him, almost as if he and I were being pulled away from each other from unseen demons. “I love you Jake. You are right; the only ones who can sabotage us are ourselves.”

Jacob gave me a faint-worthy grin, he looked down at me with complete love. What he said next would ring in my ears for the end of time, I was sure of it. There could only be one right answer to this question: yes…

“Alicia Ann Ackerman, will you marry me?”

I sat up in bed like someone had just pulled a bucket of ice on my still, sleeping form. I shook my head to clear it, it was just a dream. But, I could not get the question out of my head. Jake had asked me to marry him? And I had said yes?

I groaned and flopped down on my lumpy mattress. I let a dreamless sleep overtake me; this was all too similar to last night’s nightmare.


I felt a gentle shake break through the black curtain. I had only been asleep for 5 minutes and I was already being disturbed.

“Alicia?” called my mother’s timid voice. “I know it is a little early, it is 7:00 in the morning, but last night-“I cut her off.

“It’s seven o’clock?” I asked in a groggy voice I barely recognized.

“Well technically,” she checked my bedside table with my clock on it, “it is 7:02, but yes: it is seven o’clock. Alicia, I just, well I just wanted to apologize for last night in the kitchen. I got a little out of control, and well-I just wanted you home at a certain time and you weren’t.” she took a deep breath and evaporated the anger in her voice, knowing it would do no good. “Will you forgive me?”

I hesitated, yes her apology was sincere, but it meant nothing to me. The past was the past, it didn’t matter anymore. “Yeah, Mom. I forgive you.” I managed to keep out the exasperation in my voice, and it came out in a dull and bored.

She looked unsure. “Alicia are you sure? I mean I hit you rather hard and I just want to know that you fully forgi-“ I interrupted once more. That made it twice in five minutes.

“I just said I forgave you, right? Now, do you think you could leave? I have to get ready.” I needed all the time I could get to be acceptable for Jake and my’s date.

“What are you doing today?” she asked with a hint of suspicion. SHOOT! I forgot to tell her about this. She would definitely want to help; her only daughter was going on her first date. But then again, with her expertise, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“Well,” I took a deep gulp of air, who knows how she would react to Jacob? “Um, you remember Jacob Black from the meeting yesterday?” she nodded slowly. “We kind of just got to talking, and I really like him, and he asked me out on a date at the movies today.” I squeezed my eyes in preparation.

“Oh Alicia that is so sweet!” came her voice in a high pitch I would never have thought possible to reach.

I opened them in surprise. “It is? I mean- yeah, I know it is.” I couldn’t help but smirk.

“You absolutely have to let me help you get ready!” How could I say no? I had no idea the amount of torture I was in for…


“Ow, Mom. Please, stop this is fine enough.” I moaned.

“Do you want to look ‘fine’ Alicia?” she snapped, I pouted.

After hours of her critiquing my ‘out of date’ closet, my ‘lack of acceptable make-up’, and my ‘absolutely horrid hair’. I was a bit fed up. At the moment my hair was being attacked by a mace (hairbrush).

She is taming the wild hair into an elegant French braid down the middle of my back. It felt like my hair was being stretched across my scalp. A wisp of my bangs floated down to my eye level. I took a concealed whiff. It smelled nothing like the regular Head and Shoulders I use. No, this was some fancy German shampoo and conditioner. I couldn’t even pronounce the name, while it rolled off my mother’s tongue I imagined the mysterious word floating out of her mouth, into a cloud full of other foreign words.

She finally finished and secured it with a hair band; she then took a black ribbon and tied it into a graceful bow. She then swiveled around to check every angle of my head. The only reason I endured this is because it made her so happy.

She took a mascara wand, dipped it into the black goo and swiped it over my lashes. Next was a tan powder on a soft brushed that tickled my skin. Then the same brush came at my cheeks, with a bright pink I could see speckled on the fine brush. Finally, a swish of a pale pink gloss on my lips.

This was really too much, it was just the movies. Inside though, that nagging little voice of mine secretly enjoyed getting primped and polished for our date.

My new stylist disappeared for a moment, and then came back with a chic, flowing, grey dress. Perfect for this afternoon, it had a simple jet black ribbon around the waist to complete the look. Most people would think grey was very plain, but not this color. It was almost as if it was copied from the skin of a wild dolphin, it even shimmered the same way a dolphin’s coat does when it is covered with sea-water.

In a nut-shell, it was simply stunning. “Here, put this on.” My mother’s voice broke me out of my trance. I dashed over and slipped the dress over me. I hadn’t noticed a pair of black flats behind her; she put them on my feet as well.

My mother beamed at me, and fanned her eyes with her hands like an over-whelmed Miss America contestant. “I’m sorry, but you look so beautiful. I hope you have a fabulous time. Wait one more thing I forgot, she leaned over the counter and grasped a black headband with a black bow secured on it. She gently placed it over my hair and led me to her full length mirror.

When we came into viewing sight, she covered my eyes and then with the presence of a magician, she unveiled them and said “Voil !”

I gasped; I looked nothing like me, yet exactly like me at the same time. “Thank you Mom.” I said in an awed voice. Last night didn’t matter at all, this made up for it.

My miniscule curves were accentuated by the stunning dress. My hair looked shiny and hydrated. My lips were shimmering in the pink gloss, my cheeks almost as if I were I slightly bushing. My eyes popped like one of those 3-D cards. It was perfect.

Just then the door bell sounded, Jake was here. I looked at my mother and her eyes told me everything. That she couldn’t believe how much of a woman I am and that she was proud and happy for me. “Go,” she whispered. “have fun. Tell me all about it when you get home.”

I gave her a surprise hug and accelerated down the stairs; I reached the bottom step and slowed down. I took a quick breath to calm my nerves. I opened the door.

There was Jacob, standing so tall and handsomely. He had a small bouquet of flowers for me. If eyes could fall out your head and jaws could drop down to the floor, his just did. He took a moment to collect himself, I giggled, and he blushed.

“Wow…” was all he could say.