Significance Series - Significance Part 12

"Ok, that's enough." His hand came around the front of me as if to s.h.i.+eld me. "I'm sorry if you think I led you on- which I didn't- but you will not sit here and talk to her like that."

She got up, huffing and stomped her sandaled foot before walking away swiftly. He turned to me quickly.

"I am so sorry about her."

"It's ok."

"I'm sorry about this too." He pulled his hand back. "I got this feeling like I needed to protect you or something. I don't know. Weird. I really am sorry about her."

"It's pretty obvious she has a crush on you."

"Yeah." He rubbed his face. "She's pretty persistent. She's asked me out since the beginning of freshman year but..." he shrugged.

"The rule."

He nodded.

"So, would you have dated her if the rule wasn't there?" I asked and felt a ping of guilt for acting like a jealous girlfriend when I had no idea what I was to him.

"Uh, no." He smiled. "She's definitely not my type. I prefer girls with morals and substance over new cars and att.i.tude."

I nodded and looked down at my hands but wasn't so sure. I had to find out what I was to him. What were we doing? I know I only met him yesterday but this was far from some crush. We were soul mates.

He didn't seem too bothered by the whole no dating thing but maybe he regrets it or wishes some other girl, an older different girl, had imprinted with him. Someone that lived in his city so it would be easier for him. He already had to move to Kyle's to stay the summer because of me, changing his plans and barging in on family. All because he'd imprinted with me, the only reason.

If he'd never touched me, I wouldn't be here right now with him. She could have talked to him like they apparently did normally and she wouldn't be all upset. And he could've talked to her and not felt the need to come to poor little me's rescue.

He was only with me because of the imprint. I knew it. His body reacts to me and needs me but other than that, I'm nothing to him. He would never have picked me over Ashley if he had a choice. A real choice.

I felt a warm, calming finger under my chin as my face was pulled up and I tried not to look at him but his gaze pulled mine to it. He looked serious and his blue eyes were blazing.

"That is absolutely not true," he insisted, reading my feelings, before laying his forehead against mine.

I felt the push and tingle of our skin, his heartbeat steady beside mine, and then I was seeing him, a vision of him. Standing at a stoplight. Listening to Cage The Elephant on his mp3 player and thinking about Kyle coming up to join him at Tennessee the next semester. He looked back and did a double take as a beautiful young girl made her way to the cross walk stop.

I couldn't believe that's what I looked like to him. I didn't look like some silly high school girl. I looked pretty and confidant, distant and a little sad.

The girl looked around and even in the dim light he could see her freckles. He liked them. She checked her phone and stopped behind him to wait. He wanted to turn and get a better look but didn't want to seem like he was checking her out so he peeked back and smiled and nodded when she caught him instantly. He turned back and wished he could talk to her. But there was no point. It would just make it worse.

He waited impatiently for the light to turn so he could leave and get the girl out of his mind. He had no idea why he was so struck by her anyway. The light turned and he peeked back once more and started to cross but she wasn't looking, she was checking her phone again. He didn't look both ways before crossing because he was looking back, to get one last peek before never seeing her again. Me.

When he turned back it was too late, then he felt a jerk on his back and tumbled backwards on top of something. When he rolled off and realized it was the girl he was at a loss for words. Then he realized what had happened. The sad, anxious, beautiful girl had saved his life.

He didn't know what to say or do. He asked if she was ok and when he finally heard her voice saying that she was, he thought it was the sweetest sound ever to hit his ears.

He could see a cut on her brow and reached his hand to push back her hair. It was soft and curly. He could smell her shampoo and it was doing marvelous things to his senses. Add that to the sweet green eyes looking up at him and that was it.

He started to question right then if he was imprinting with her but no visions came, no jolts or tingles or fire as was described by his family. Just b.u.t.terflies and a racing pulse.

And he was disappointed.

He'd never found anyone he really wanted before. There was no one he ever thought about breaking the no dating rule with, no one that made his heartbeat race and trip, until now. And he was so very disappointed that he couldn't have her, especially after she saved his life.

He asked if she needed an ambulance or ride but she refused. She seemed dazed by him when he got close which made him smile. He flirted with her a little. He wanted her to like him, no matter how pointless it was.

He convinced her to let him walk her but then he found more disappointment when she told him that she was headed to see Kyle. So this was the girl Kyle was breaking the rule for. He'd talked about this girl for two years. No wonder, he thought. She's pretty awesome and funny and sweet and thoughtful. And those green eyes...

She asked him questions and they laughed and talked all the way to Kyle's. Caleb couldn't hide his disappointment anymore and used her injury to touch her hair once more. Then Kyle had shown up and gave him the look of death over the girl's shoulder while Caleb's hand was in her hair.

Kyle asked if the girl was ready to go, she wasn't, he could tell by her hesitation and it thrilled him even if just to p.i.s.s off Kyle for being a jerk.

Then she came to him. She said her name was Maggie and she smiled. All breath left his body. He managed to mutter his name and took her hand and was shocked by a bolt of lightning in his veins. His hand felt on fire where he touched her and his lungs burned for breath that wouldn't come. Visions swam in front of his eyes.

I couldn't tell what the visions were and I got a sense that I wasn't supposed to see them. Those particular visions were just for Caleb just like mine were meant for me. So all I saw were swirls of light and haze as I watched Caleb's face change from happy to elation as he witnessed each vision.

Then he was jolted back to himself and looked at my odd expression of confusion along with longing. He knew exactly what had happened. He could feel her heartbeat banging against his just as loudly as his own and his body knew exactly what to do to comfort and protect her.

He knew it. He had just imprinted with the girl he wanted more than any other, the girl who had saved his life, the girl he thought he'd never have. She was his.

I was brought back to the present when Caleb pulled his head back a little but kept his face close.

"Now, you see. Don't doubt how I feel about you. This has nothing to do with an imprint and everything to do with you."

I was breathless and in awe of what Caleb had shown me, his memories. They were clear and vivid and had seemed all too real. It was strange to watch the same event through different eyes.

What was stranger still was that Caleb had wanted me before the imprinting. Before. I couldn't stop the smile that spread my cheeks.

I knew I needed to say something.

"You almost got hit by a truck because you were checking me out?" I joked and he laughed loudly.

"Yeah. Good thing you saved me. It would have been your fault if I didn't make it," he said through a grin.

I laughed, nodding and then stopped. I looked at him, really looked at him. He wanted me. Me. Not imprinted me, not high school me, not track shorts me. Just me. I decided that was all the proof I needed. I leaned into him and laid my head on his shoulder.

"I'm really glad I was at that stoplight, Caleb."

He sighed happily and placed his arm around me, his hand brus.h.i.+ng my arm making us both s.h.i.+ver. I noticed a tattoo of a half circle or moon on the inside of his wrist.

"Me too, Maggie. Me just a little bit more than you, I think."

I giggled silently and felt him shake with a chuckle.

"So, was that one of your abilities or can we always do that?"

"We haven't ascended yet, all significants can do that with each other, among other things."

"Healing," I chimed.

"Yep. Healing. What we just did is called memory transfer. I know. Sounds romantic, right?" I laughed again. "But it's useful sometimes to figure things out, to get another point of view of something. We can also find each other. And if ever you are in trouble or extremely anxious or distressed, your body calls to me and I can find you anywhere and you, me. I can also feel your pain or if you're uncomfortable."

"Mmm. That's..."

"Freaky?"

"No. I was going to say neat but I was looking for a less dorky word."

He laughed just as our food came and Mrs. Amy gave him a knowing smile as she topped off our sweet tea. I tried all his favorite foods. Corn nuggets, beef brisket on garlic bread and baked sweet potato with cinnamon b.u.t.ter. Then for dessert we had blueberry cobbler with vanilla bean ice cream.

I was stuffed and felt happier than I had in a very long time.

We finished up and made out way up to the cash register to pay. Then back out to his motorcycle. He started to put his helmet on but stopped and looked at me.

"I'm not ready to take you home yet."

"I'm not ready to go home yet."

Nine.

"Well," he grinned. "There's a pond in back. People fish and swim in it during the day but it should be quiet tonight. There's a walkway and benches. Do you want to go sit with me for a while?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Good. Here." He reached under his seat, got the leather jacket and once again reached around me to wrap it around my shoulders. "It's getting a little cold."

"Thanks."

He held his hand out to me and smiled crookedly. I slipped my hand into his and felt the familiar calm wash over me. He started to pull me with him but I stayed my ground and looked up at him.

"Caleb."

"Yeah?"

"I thought you were pretty great too. Before all this. I was disappointed when I thought I'd never see you again. I just wanted you to know that it's not just the imprint to me either."

He came closer and took my face in his hands. For a second I thought he'd kiss me. But he just looked at me for a long time, smiling, so I just stared up at him. Finally he spoke.

"Thank you, Maggie."

He kissed my forehead and it burned a good burn where his lips touched me and my eyelids fluttered. Then he took my hand again and led the way to the path and benches. There were a lot of them lined up on the boardwalk under Dogwood trees and the moon was casting a hazy glow on the water.

"Wow," I said as I sat and looked up. "You can see every star out here."

"The darker it is with lesser city lights, the more stars you can see."

"Wow," I repeated as I leaned back to get a better view. "Thanks for dinner. I really like this place."

"It's my favorite. Mrs. Amy is an old family friend. We've been coming here since as long as I can remember."

"And does she know about your family?"

"No. We don't ever tell anyone."

His pocket buzzed and he pulled out his phone.

"So, I can't tell Rebecca?" I knew the answer but felt the need to ask anyway.

"I'm afraid not. Sorry," he said as he typed something into his phone and then slipped it back in his pocket. "Sorry. My friend, Vic, texts me like a jealous girlfriend."

I laughed.

"No. It's ok. And I kinda figured that I couldn't tell anyone but it didn't hurt to ask."

He stretched his legs out beside me, not touching me, and crossed his ankles, laying his head back against the seat. As if he was settling in for a long haul talk. I smiled to myself.

"So, how long have you known each other? You and Beck," he asked.

"Birth."

"That right?"

"Yep."

"And what about your brother? Where is he?"

I told him about my parent's adoption of Bish, how he moved to New York and I never see him anymore but we text all the time. That he left for school before mom left so he missed all the drama.

"So," I asked. "What about Jen? I didn't remember seeing her husband there this morning. Where did she meet him?"

"Uh," he sat up slowly, setting his elbows on his knees and looking uncomfortable. "Well, remember we told you that no one has imprinted in a long time."

"Yeah, I remember."

He waited, watched me and I thought hard because it seemed he wanted me to figure something out. Then it clicked. His sister couldn't be but a few years older than Caleb. So, she couldn't have imprinted with anyone if no one has in twenty years. Yet she had a daughter. Hmm.