Summary: Yes or No? That's the question everyone one faces everyday. Do you want anything? Are you okay? Simple questions, but do you say yes or no, when the one guy everyone tells you to stay clear of, ask you out? Do you say Yes or No? The main question is should I?


Chapter 1


Brady

Honestly, I know I'm a nobody, I know that if I didn't go to school, no one would care. So why, today make it any different? Oh. That's right. Today's my first day, in La Push High. Me, and my mom, moved down here a week ago, in the middle of the school year. It took us a week to get settled, and me enrolled in school. Why my mom, decided to move from, our life in Oklahoma? I wouldn't know. It was a one decided decision, but it wasn't like I would have said no.

I had no friends in school, even though we all grew up together. Perry, Oklahoma was a small town. I knew that place like the back of my hand. But, La Push was even smaller. La Push, was a small Indian reservation, population 319. Well, I guess now 321. Anyway, I may have a small okie twang, but I'm still native. Oklahoma had many Indian nations, living in it. Me I was full blood Choctaw. Born and raised in Oklahoma. But, moving down here to the ever so, rainy reservation. Sucked. Is one word you can describe it. In Oklahoma, it could be 100 degrees one day and the next be rainy and cold. But that was what I grew up in. I was gonna miss, the summer and fall. Cuz' down here it's covered in constant rain. Don't get me wrong I like rain. But my favorite part is how it smells after it rains and before it rains. I guess all my tank tops are gonna have to go.

My mom said she wanted a change. So here I was on my first day of sophmore year, I was ready in my skinny jeans, blue stud muffin shirt and black hoodie. The one thing I'm glad I don't have to give up, it was my favorite. On the back was the ACDC logo and a guitar and the saying "For those about to rock" and the front above my heart just the logo. My older brother Travis, gave it to me, before he died. His death was horrible. I don't know the details all I know is he didn't come home. See Travis Littlesea, was deported to Iraq, three years ago. He was supposed to be gone, for 16 months. The day before he was scheduled home, some guy in a uniform came knocking on our door, asking for my mom. A few minutes later, my mom came in my room, where I was making a sign for the next day, telling me they found his body. The ceremony was closed casket. Held, a week after he was scheduled home. His body was shipped the next day. My mom refuses to tell me, how he died. Even though I'm 15, not 12. Travis was six years older then me and yes we have the same dad, but a year after I was born my dad up and left. Telling my mom he couldn't handle two sons. Especially one who played with Barbie's. Yes, I played with Barbie's. I'm openly gay, but I don't go around wearing rainbow thongs and yelling I'm gay. If someone asks I tell them. Which I guess, me looking, like a girl, ad the only way someone knows I'm not is my chest. You can guess, I'm not exactly straight.

"Brady, honey, hurry up, your gonna be late!" My mom yelled down the hall.

My mom, doesn't care, if I'm gay or straight. She is a nice lady, someone with a kind heart. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body. I slipped on my gray high tops. Yes, Oklahoma sells converse. I've had them since last year and they still have Oklahoma's famous red dirt on them. I can't stand to even think of washing them. I closed my door behind me and walked toward the front door. I kissed my mom on the cheek and grabbed my gray bag. No, I'm not "Emo", I just don't like bringing attention to myself. There's gonna be enough of it already.

"Have a good day, sweetheart. Love you."

"Love you too, mommy!" I shut the door behind me, and walked toward the high school, which was literally, a block down the street. I may be 15, but my mom, will allways be called mommy. When I was near the school, a black Chevy truck, with tinted windows rolled by. There were three huge muscle guys, in the bed of it, all laughing and joking around. The trucked parked in front of the school and the three huge guys, jumped out of the back, and one helped a smaller person out of the truck, and then it rolled out, of the parking lot. When I got closer, I could see that the smaller one was a dude. It was like looking at me, he was maybe a few inches taller them me, but it was weird. The huge guys, were somewhat protecting him. But, these guys, were like muscle man. All 6'5-6'7, layers and layers of muscle. What do they put in the water down here? I mean, steroids are bad for you. Maybe, there just crazy body builders.. But, what was the little...r guy, hanging out with them?


After I got my schedule, out from my bag, and my lime green three ring binder, filled with paper and a pencil attached to the cover thing on the front. Which had a picture of Travis, in uniform. Me and him, when I was two and he eight, coming up from behind the couch, him with his eyes crossed and tongue out, and me trying to do it. Then our last family portrait of all of us together, my mom, in a sundress, me and Travis in blue shirts and cargo shorts. Standing in front of a lake, we visited a year before he was deployed. I would have more, but that's all I could fit in it. I a letter he wrote me, while he was gone, tucked behind the picture of just him. My binder as only changed in color, the last three years ago. I made my way to my first hour, Quillette history. Who would give someone history out 7:30 in the mornin'? (I'm using my schedule from a few years back, but I had U.S not Quillette) I'm hardly awake, today was an exception, cuz' ya know first day and all? Yeah, you know. I found Mrs. Clearwater's classroom, before the bell rings. I feel eyes on my back, as I have Mrs. Clearwater sign the slip, for the office, to get me my books and make sure you got to the right class.

"Hello, you must be Brady?" She had a kind voice.

"Yes mam, could you please sign this?"

"Of course." She did that, "Why don't you sit next to Jared."

She pointed to one of the big guys from earlier. He looked at me and look puzzled. I slowly made my way towards the seat next to his. The classroom, had small lab tables, with those uncomfortable plastic chairs, but I noticed that, his was a red metal one, with wheels. (We had these in my school, they were sweet!) I wonder why? I sat my notebook, in front of the seat and sat down. Up close, he was even more huge. I mean he towered over me, sitting down. But, I guess being 5 foot even, made everyone tall. His arms were the size of my head! Remind me to never piss him off. He looked over at me and he had big brown eyes, that literally showed confusion, but he had a grin on his face, then went back to, messing with his pencil. I looked back at the pictures, on my notebook, and I could feel my lips forming a small smile.

"Fuck."

I looked over at Jared and saw him holding a now broken pencil, a wooden pencil, broken in half. I giggled when I saw his slight pout. He looked at me and frowned.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Why did you giggle?"

"Do you need a new pencil?"

"Yeah..." He set the broken pencil down and scratched the back of his head. "I don't know how I broke it."

I handed him mine and grabbed the end with the lead.

"Huh?"

"That's my only pencil, but I can use this end, it's fine. Besides, you can't use it you'll break it even more."

"Oh. Thanks. I'm Jared." He held out his hand toward me.

"Brady." I shook his hand and it literally swallowed my hand. His body was also really hot, temperature wise. But he is hot, like sexy. All the muscle man were.

"Are you sick?"

"Ummm.. No. Why?"

"Your temperature is hot.. "

"Its fine, maybe your just cold."

He took his hand away. I nodded and tried to focus on Mrs. Clearwater's lesson. But, I swear I heard Jared sniffing me, when he returned my pencil back to me, and walked out of the classroom. That was odd. I grabbed my binder, and began to walk out the door when Mrs. Clearwater called me.

"Brady, sweetheart?" I could feel myself blush, at the sweetheart.

"Yes?"

"Here's your book, for this class. I hope Jared didn't give you any trouble?"

"Thank you. He didn't give me any trouble."

"Ok, well I hope you have a good day."

"Thank you." I stopped by my locker and put the book in there, my locker consisted of the book, and my bag. Not much. I them walked toward, my Athletic Performance class, or AP. Apparently, it's mandatory, down here. The coach made me sit out for today and told me to bring shorts and a shirt tomorrow, for the class. He said bring different shoes, but I like my cons to much. After that class, it was English class. The teacher Mrs. Wells (My favorite teacher ever!), she was like Mrs. Clearwater, sweet, kind and not a mean bone in her body. The little guy, from the muscle man group, I found out was named Collin. He sat in the back of the class, and pretty much, everyone ignored him. I felt bad for the guy. Mrs. Wells assigned me to sit in the seat in front of him. Mrs. Wells, let us have the last ten minutes of class to ourselves, cuz' the class was good today. (She really did that, if we were good.. Again an amazing teacher.. I miss her..)

"Hi, your Brady? Right?" I turned around so I could see him better,

"Yea, Collin, right?"

"Yep! How did you know?"

"Mrs. Wells. She's seems really nice.."

"She is. Gotten me and my friends out of trouble.."

"Really? How?"

"Long story.. Maybe I can tell you some time later.. Where are you from?"

"Oklahoma."

"Wow, that's a really far.."

"What no asking if we live in teepees?" I teased.

"Nah, besides, I'm native to.. Not seen a teepee, well ever. Besides in pictures."

"I didn't think you would, usually people ask.. Cuz' well, ya know?"

"Yeah, I get what your saying.." I looked at the clock and saw that we had two minutes left.

"Umm.. Maybe we can hang out or something.. I mean if you want to.."

"That would be cool, I can give you my number."

"Yeah, umm.. I don't have a cell phone, only a home..."

"Its ok, here," He handed me a purple slide up phone, with a full key board. I typed in my number and saved it. "The only reason I have one, is.." He stopped mid sentence..

"Cuz' what? Oh and purple?"

"Yeah, purple.. My boyfriend bought it for me."

"Oh. It's ok, I'm gay too."

"Great, there's not many down here..."

The bell rang, and the while class filed out, except Collin and me.

"Nice to meet you Brady, I'll call you."

"You too."

He left the classroom after that. I was walking toward my locker to drop off my binder, so I could go to my lunch. When I felt like I ran into a soft, but firm wall. I felt a hand grab my arm and steady me. I opened my eyes, from where I closed them waiting, for a impact that never came. I saw he grabbed my notebook and looking at the pictures.

"Sorry.." I squeaked out. This muscle man, looked scarier then the others. His face in a scowl and his onyx eyes blazing with hate. His muscles made him look scarier, then he was. The green shirt he was wearing looked about ready to tear. His calve muscles were bulging, under the cargo shorts, he had on. With these black vans, that looked like they would hurt if he stepped on you.

"My fault. Here's your binder."

My eyes snapped up to his, when I heard this voice that was rough, but sweet at the same time. I felt him tense, from where his hand still, rested on my arm. His face looked star struck, but his eyes had so many emotions running through them, that I couldn't even place. I grabbed my binder from his hand. His hand tightened it's grip, on me when I tried to walk around him. It slowly loosened, to where I could walk away. It sounded like he whimpered when I started walking away. I wasn't sure. My head was dizzy, from the hold he had on my arm. It had felt like a thousand electric shocks went up my arm to my head. The man looked scary, but he was hot, way hotter then Jared, and Jared was HOT!


Paul

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! I couldn't have? Ugh! I did! Why, did I have to imprint on, the new kid! I rubbed my hands over my face. I stared at my tray full of food, I watched a hand go toward my plate and I just shoved the tray toward the middle of the table.

"Paul? You okay?"

Am I okay? I feel okay. But, fuck. I let my head drop on the table, and left it. I didn't want to imprint, never! Especially on someone, that looked like I could snap in a twig. I closed my eyes and I saw his, big cocoa eyes, that looked like Bambi's. He was so little! I would break him! I smelled his scent, which smelled like after it rained and cocoa butter. My head snapped up and found his little frame, walking around and through people to the lunch line. I squelched the growl, that was coming up. Everyone should part when he comes through! Fuck!

"Paul!"

I pulled my gaze away from my imprint. To look at Embry.

"What?"

"You okay?"

"No." I found him again, walking with, his tray, toward an empty table. He looked up and caught my gaze. I smiled slightly, than slammed my head back down on the table. Fuck! I'm so fucked!

"Dude, chill, your gonna break the table." I growled at Jared. How did Sam do this, his imprint was small, and he didn't break him! It makes me sick just thinking about hurting him!

"Where ya going, C?"

"To sit with Brady, the new kid. He looks lonely."

"Ok." I glanced up to see Collin walking toward, my imprint. His name's Brady. It's perfect. I slammed my head back down. Fuck! I'm one hundred percent screwed!

"That new kid, he smells weird."

"How?" I growled out.

"Kind of like you, but girly. Just weird. I have a feeling I need to protect him, but I don't. Kind of like how I feel about Collin.."

"Are you saying someone imprinted on him?" I heard Embry ask.

"I didn't. You?"

"No. Not really seen him, besides second hour. Did, you Jake?"

"Don't know. Not seen him. Paul?" What the fuck do I tell them? If I say yes, they'll make me talk to him. But, is that a bad thing? I mean he reeked of fear, we he saw me. Fuck! I scare him! Who else scares, their other half? No one, that's who! "I'm taking that as a yes.."

"Your right... He's fucken' afraid of me!" I slammed my head on the table, again.

"Again, stop your gonna break the table."

"Fuck you Jared!"

"New, you can go fuck your little thing over there.." He pointed in Brady's direction.

I growled at him, and felt the familiar heat, rolling down my spine. Fuck! I need to get out of here! I stood up ad stormed out of the cafeteria, ignoring the pack yelling after me. I let the heat build up, until I was looking at familiar gray paws.


Brady

I watched the scary guy, storm out of the cafeteria.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, that's Paul. He's got a short temper, it's ok. He throws tantrums all the time."

"Oh. So, ummm, I don't mean to pry.. But, ummm..."

"Spit it out!" He teased.

"Who's your boyfriend?" I kind of wanted to know, cuz' if they look anywhere like that Paul guy, then Collin's good.

"His name's Sam, Samuel Uley. Here."

He handed me his phone and she me a picture of a guy that looked bigger, then Paul. And Paul's huge! He was smiling at the phone, with chicken in his hand and some barbeque sauce on the sides of his lips. I giggled. A guy this big, should not look funny. I handed Collin back his phone.

"He's.."

"Something else, it's okay. That's actually the best picture of him I have. All the others, he's scowling or shoving his face and not looking at the phone."

"Oh..." The bell rang. "See you later.. Thanks for sitting with me, you really didn't have to.."

"But, I wanted to. Your much more fun to hang put with, then the guys, all they do is shove the food I'm their mouth and try to steal mine.. No actual conversation.."

"Ok. Thanks though. See ya around."

I picked up the styrofaom tray and threw it away, along with the empty milk carton. I walked toward my locker and grabbed my binder. I took a minute and looked at Travis's smiling face, from when we were little. I smiled and walked toward where my pre-algebra class was.

The teacher, Mr. Jackson, signed the slip, underneath where all my other teachers sighed. Told me to sit down next to Mr. Meraz. Who wasn't here. Mr. Jackson set a textbook on my desk and walked back toward the front of the classroom. So far my day was good. Weird. But, good. I made a friend. Who seemed truly nice. After ten minutes, Paul sauntered, into class. In different clothes. Seemed like gym clothes. You know basketball shorts and a wife beater.

"Meraz, where were you?"

"Emergency." He sat down in the desk right next to me.

"If you don't want to repeat this class next year, again. I advised you to stop being late."

"Ok. Go back to what you were doing."

The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose and went back onto where he left off. For the next five minutes, I felt eyes bore in the side of my skull. I looked down and noticed that Paul didn't have any shoes on. Huh? Weird. Really weird. Why wouldn't he have shoes on? It's school, your supposed to wear shoes.

"Brady!" My eyes snapped up to Mr. Jackson, who was standing by the board, with a not so amused look on his face. "Hand me the phone."

"I don't have a phone..."

"Sure, hand me the phone, or our going to the office." I felt something slip in my hands, and glanced down. I saw Paul pulling his hand away from where a silver pone like Collin's, sat in my hand. I glanced toward Paul, he was looking straight at the board. "Well? Are you giving me the phone or, not?"

"Ummm..." I looked at the phone and then, Mr. Jackson. "Ok."

I stood up, and slowly, made my way, toward Mr. Jackson. I set the phone in his desk, and walked back to my seat. I ripped a piece of paper, from the sheet, we were working on.

Then wrote, 'What was that? Thank you... I guess...', and slid it in front of Paul.

"Class, pages 155-157, numbers 1-25, are due tomorrow."

There were groans and complaints around the classroom, then silence, besides the quiet muffles and pencils scratching paper. I saw the slip of paper, out of the corner of my eye.

I put it in front of me, "No big. Either that, or you get detention."

I quickly scribbled, "That was your phone, what if you have an emergency? I feel bad.", then slid it in front of him.

The conversation went back, and forth like that. He told me to put it in his locker, when I get it back. When the bell rang, Mr. Jackson, asked to see me.

"Brady, I don't want to see your phone, again. Put it in your locker and keep it there." He then, handed me Paul's phone.

"Yes, sir."

I walked toward my locker and put the math book, in my locker, and walked toward where, Paul's locker should be. His happened to be the one, with a dent in it. I opened the locker, and set the phone in his jacket. It was so cool, a brown leather jacket. That looked so comfy and warm. I pulled my jacket closer toward me. This school's heater did not work, it was cold, like unbelievably cold. I closed the locker, and jumped. Paul was leaning against the locker next to his. His hands shoved in his pockets, one leg crossed, over the other. A smirk on his face.

"Get the phone back or, what?"

"Ummm.. Yeah, I set it in your jacket..." I shivered, again.

Why can't I get warm? He frowned, then stood up. I could feel my eyes widen. He was so tall! My head came to the top of his abs. He reached over my head and opened his locker and grabbed his jacket. Then set, it over my shoulders.

"Here. I don't need it."

"Ummm... Thanks... I gotta go."

I slipped my arms in the jacket and walked toward Study Hall. The teacher, was sleeping when I walked in. The room looked like a music room, with risers instead of desk. I saw Collin, and made a beeline toward where he sat. When I was close enough I saw a book sitting on his lap, with his phone in hand. I sat down next to him.

"Hi..." He looked up and smiled, then went back to his text. He set the phone down.

"Hey, is that Paul's jacket?"

"Umm.. Yeah, I accidentally got his phone taken away... Well, he gave it to me, cuz' I was cold..."

I looked back down at my binder.. I felt a vibration in the pocket. I grabbed the phone and pulled it out. The name 'Boss' flashed across the screen.

"Collin?"

"Yeah?"

"Umm.. I forgot to give Paul, his phone back..."

"Oh, I'll give it to him... I mean if you want me too..."

"Ummm, yeah and his jacket... If you don't mind.."

"Its fine." I set the phone, next to his. "Brady?"

"Yeah.."

"Paul, he's not the greatest guy... He's the school's man-whore... Sex on legs.. You just seem so sweet, and I don't want to see you hurt.."

"Oh.."

I shrugged out of the leather jacket, and set it next to him.

"Well, thanks for the info. I had some math homework I should do."

"Yeah.."

After that, I started on the math, well I tried. My mind was thinking about Paul. Was he really, that. I mean everyone stares at him, when he walks down the hall. I heard the bell ring, so I stood up and walked toward the science lab. That is until someone, pushed me. I fell down to the ground and tried to get my bearings. It happened in slow motion, of someone grabbing my binder. My eyes got wide, and I tried to sit up.

"Awww! Look at the little fag! Why you crying? Did-"

His sentence was cut-off, by Paul's arm, shoving him in the lockers.

"What. Was. That."

"The little-" He shoved his arm further in his throat. He started sputtering.

"The little what?"

I could see the tension of his jaw, and his body was vibrating. Not shaking, vibrating. Like, he was about to explode. I saw the two of the other three, muscle men, run up and grab Paul, they whispered something in his ear. He glanced at me, then let go of the guy that shoved me. He handed me my binder, and walked down the hall, with the others following him. What just happened?


After, school I went home. My mom left a note saying she went to the store. I set my bag on the floor near the door, kicked off my shoes, shrugged off my jacket. Then, grabbed a snack. The only thing on my mind, was, is Paul really as bad as Collin says?


A/N: Yes? No? Review… :D