A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter, even though it took almost three months! I'm sorry in advance, by the way, that it's short, even though I should've made it longer since it took so long. This chapter was pretty forced, which was one of the reasons that it took so long. The rest of the apologies are at the end of the chapter.

TwilightHeart21: The correct answer is "1…2…3…*chomp* How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? The world may never know!" Haha, thanks for being the bestest Beta ever, and always reviewing!

thyttrinh: I'm glad that, even after last chapter, this story is still 'Epp'-worthy!

I'd also like to respond to an anonymous reviewer who reviewed My Sandy Wolf, just in case they're reading this.

natenotorious: Your review was exceptionally, wonderfully nice, and it put me in a good mood ALL day! Thanks for wishing my luck with my family issues. Yes, Paramore and Taylor Swift are AWESOME. :) I liked the chapter with Phoenix's confession as well, because it was sweet to write (and I'm glad that I apparently pulled it off successfully, since I've never felt that way before). Also, I'm not really that great at describing clothing. What I do is this: I get a basic idea of what I want the character to wear, and design it on a site called Polyvore. When I've created an outfit that works, I go to each site listed for each piece of the outfit, and pretty much just copy down their description of the piece.

Chapter 17: Jumbled

*Aiya POV*

I don't think I have anything to live for anymore. 'I imprinted on him…he didn't imprint on me…I'm still single…he's with that slut…' My thoughts are jumbled as I lay in bed after that very eventful day. I think about it while I sleep for the half-hour that I actually get, and I think about it when I 'awake' the next morning.

"Aiya! You're going to be late!" my mother calls upstairs. I reply with a loud groan.

"I refuse to come out, Mother! I'm taking a Mental Health Day!"

"It's only the second day!"

I don't argue with her. I stand, lock my door, and lay back down. I hope that sleep will come to me, and soon. I hate having my mind scrambled like this. I'm befuddled, and it's not amusing.

How did this happen? Weren't imprintings supposed to work both ways? I know for a fact that I imprinted on him; shouldn't he have imprinted on me? I'd heard all of the legends; we all had. Imprinting was supposed to go both ways.

"ARGGHHH!" I yell in frustration as I sit up, my hair gripped tightly in my hands. Stupid imprinting! Stupid shape-shifters! Stupid genetics! Stupid…everything!

I throw myself out of bed. I can't stay in my room. Although it's gigantic (well, it seems normal to me, but Cynai swears that it's three times the size of a normal bedroom), it suddenly seems cramped and stuffy. I get changed into a tank-top, zippered hoodie, sweatpants and sneakers.

I stride over to the French doors on the opposite side of the room, and I throw them open. Stepping back a few paces, I take a running start. When I reach the railing at the end of the balcony, I plant my hands firmly and do a front handspring into the air, two stories up. I fall for what seems like forever, but is actually only a few seconds, before my feet meet solid ground. Smiling at the fact that the impact (which might have injured a normal person) doesn't affect me at all, I sprint off into the forest.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY! As I said in that A/N I posted last month, this story has basically been on the back burner for me, along with my other Twilight stories. It's just not really my favorite genre anymore. I've gone back to Harry Potter, which I suppose is good, because I'm writing some pretty good stories for it. (Shameless plug!)

This chapter went un-Beta'd, because I wanted to get it out to you guys. Also, it's good practice for my f***ing Pre-AP English class.

If I could get some reviews, that'd be nice. I'd be very happy!

Question: Has my writing gotten better from the previous chapters?