Falling for Brady: An Imprint's Story

A/N: Sorry that I took so long to post. I've been going crazy with my two nieces. I don't know how people can manage with children. They're just hugs and kisses hoochies. Every two minutes they want a hug. I give it to them, but WOW, I feel used!

Well, here is the third chapter to the story. I am proud of this chapter. I added a new character in honor of Mystic (you RULE!!!), her name is Haliee Christina. I just loved the name and she is an awesome person that will help Leslie in her life as an imprint. Please, read and review. I would really love to hear from you!

Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns everything.

Complications

Leslie's POV

As I entered the Chemistry room, I took notice that the dull yellow paint of the room was old and worn. The chairs were set around the teacher's desk and a giant poster of the element (periodic) table was hanging on the wall. There was a door that led to the Chemistry laboratory. I was excited! Yes, science, like chemistry and biology were my forte!

I looked around and found the girl walking to find her seat. I followed the statuesque beauty in to the class. I wanted to ask her what she meant by 'be careful with Brady Brooks' and 'I'll give you a warning- Stay away from Brady!' I was feeling uncomfortable as I paced the length of the room until I found her seat.

"What did you meant by 'stay away from Brady Brooks'?" I asked her nervously. I didn't want to sound too interested. "Is he your boyfriend?" I continued to ask, my hands tugging the hem of my sweater.

I saw her smile, turning my stomach in to tiny knots.

She flipped her hair and stared at me. There was a triumphant smile spread across her lips. No wonder a person like Brady would fall for her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She wore a short light green, pleaded skirt that highlighted her long copper, endless legs. Her white top displayed her womanly shape perfectly.

"He's mine." were all the words needed to keep me frozen in my place. She laughed, crossing her legs and turning her face away from me.

"I don't want to see you get hurt." she said in a cynical tone. She fixed her dark eyes back on mine.

"Little flat-chest girls shouldn't set their sights on a god-like man such as Brady. He deserves a woman. A woman that can please his every need." she said in her sultry voice. The girls that sat around her seat were laughing.

"Oh, Sasha, you're so mean." one of the girls that sat on her left chuckled. She offered me a pitied smile.

"You really should stay away from Brady. He's a player. All his friends are players. Heed Sasha's advice." another girl to my right mocked.

"You need to learn your place. If you try to get too close to Brady, I will make your life miserable. I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life." she promised, a vicious smile displayed on her face.

I walked away defeated. I found a seat in the back of the row. I took my notebook out of the backpack. I was numbed.

How could someone as sweet as Brady be such an asshole?

I felt pain; I was hurt to think that I'd called him my Brady. Why was he so nice to me? He treated me as if he was interested in me.

He was just a douche-bag in the sea of men. That's why in that moment, I'd firmly decided that I was never going to fall in love. I watched as my father literally destroyed my mother's heart. I saw how he flaunted beautiful women around us, never caring how we felt. I hated my brother, a man, for choosing my father over my kind and wonderful mother.

I hated all men. I should forget Brady. I needed to erase him from my mind. I needed to remove his face from my soul. It was engraved deep in my heart; I couldn't eradicate it from me without destroying and shattering my soul.

I couldn't describe how I felt. I was falling for that idiot. I was falling for Brady Brooks.

"Don't mind those bitches." said a girl sitting in front of me. She'd turned around and was offering me a sincere smile.

"They're jealous that Brady paid attention to you. You're the kind of lass a guy like Brady would want to take home to meet his parents. Sasha is just a total skank." she said, a smile still spread on her lips.

"Hi, I am Haliee!" she said, extending her pale hand.

I shook her hand. I noticed that Haliee had an English accent. She'd deep blue eyes, thick wavy black hair that tumble like dark curtains down the middle of her back. Her face was flawless. Her perfect white teeth were exposed behind her red lips.

"I'm Leslie." I said in a small voice, removing my hand from hers.

"Leslie, don't mind Sasha. She is just really jealous of you. She's been lusting after Brady all summer long. Plus, her breasts are fake. In my point of view, you're more of a woman than her." she said in a rich English accent, her voice saturated with honesty.

I found myself chuckling and relaxing in her company. The bell rang and the teacher entered the room. She began the class. We were handed a copy of the periodical table.

"You'll have a test this Friday based on the periodical table." the teacher said. The whole class groaned, but I silently smiled. I was going to Ace it.

Haliee turned on her seat to face me. "I hate Chem. We should get together this week to study." she said, gazing down at the paper that was on my desk. "Maybe I could come to your house or you could come to mine?" she asked, her fingers picking at the edge of the paper. She gave it a look and shrugged.

"Whatever is comfortable with you." I said nonchalantly.

"If you want we can get together this afternoon to study. I'll even cook for you." I said, trying to return the same kindness to Haliee. She really was a kind soul. I hope that she would become a good friend in the future.

I saw a smile spread on her lips. "Are you for real? You would cook for me?" she said, surprise written on her face. "Wow, you'll have to teach me!"

I nodded my head. "I'm the one that cooks at home. My mother burns the water. She's a horrible cook!" I joked. I was content at how easy it was to speak with her.

"That's harsh." she teased, patting me softly on the hand. "I would love to go to your house, but I won't be able to go today. How about tomorrow?" she said sadly. Her eyes gave away her feelings.

"Of course," I said trying to hide my disappointment. Great, now I was going to be eating alone that evening.

"Here-" I said, as I scribbled my name, phone number and address on a piece of paper, "have this. You can call me if you need anything." I said.

The class went by pretty fast. The bell rang again and I hurried out of the room. I didn't want to see or talk to Brady. I ran down the hall and entered the bathroom, when I saw Brady coming toward me. I'd set my mind that I was going to ignore that tall, handsome and mysterious boy-man-Adonis.

**

Brady's POV

The whole damn morning went by so slow. I'd the urge to just skip class and run toward my princess. It was overwhelming. Brady Brooks was in love.

The thought of my precious angel's eyes brought a feeling of warmth over me. She was perfect. The way the corner of her lips lifted in to an elegant smile. The way her eyes twinkled when she laughed. Everything about her was magnificent. I loved her thick Latin accent when she spoke. Everything from her head to toes was splendid.

"Dude, you have Jared's look!" Collin mocked. His eyes were wide open in disbelief.

"You've imprinted?" he asked, bringing me back to reality. I could see myself with that stupid lovey-dovey look in my eyes.

"What?" asked Seth, when he heard what Collin had said. He looked from Collin then to me. "Who is she? Do we know her?" he asked anxiously. His smile was wide and almost child-like.

He reached down his pocket and pulled out a beat-up cell phone. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

"I have to call Sam." he said excitedly, he dialed the number.

I wasn't going to protest. I wanted my family, the pack, to know that Brady, a.k.a. Mr. Smooth, was finally taken.

I heard the ringing tone when a deep voice answered. "Hey, Seth, what do you want?" I heard Sam asked. He was probably sleeping when Seth's phone call woke him up.

"Brade, has imprinted." Seth laughed. I saw Collin laughing at me. "It's a girl from-wait." he stopped talking to Sam Uley and looked at me. "Who is she?" he mouthed the question.

"She's from my English class. Her name is Leslie Ruiz." I said in a low voice, not wanting the rest of the class to hear.

"Sorry about that. Her name is Leslie and he met her in English class." Seth informed Sam. I heard Sam laughing hysterically. He mentioned something about karma being a bitch and it's going to pay me back for all the time I mocked him and the others for imprinting.

"Yes, I know. I can't wait to make fun of him too. Stock more beers in the fridge, we're going to needed them when Leslie does something to break Brady's heart. We know how Brady gets when he is upset. Leslie might be a tough cookie to break. She might not like to know that her soul mate is a werewolf." Seth chuckled.

Seth nodded and laughed some more before our Math teacher told him to hang up the phone. Mr. Franklin scolded us and headed back to the front of the class.

"Emily wants to meet her. She wants you to bring her to their house ASAP." Seth whispered.

I leaned back against the seat. My arms cross over my chest as I thought about my Leslie. I could see Leslie getting along with the 'wolf-girls' as Emily had dubbed the imprints. Thinking of her seemed to make the time in math class more tolerable.

Soon it was time to leave. I ran as fast as I could to reach Leslie's Chemistry class. I spotted her running out of the class. She turned to face me and her eyes narrowed. She looked pissed.

Did I do something to hurt her? What did I do to upset her?

She did an about face and disappeared through the crowded hall. The only thing visible was her long black hair flowing silkily on her back. I found Haliee Christina, Seth's imprint leaving the classroom to her next class.

I walked faster to reach Haliee Christina before she disappeared too. "Chris." I called her, getting her attention. She spun around and smiled at me.

"Brady! Congratulations on imprinting!" she grinned, a sweet smile on her face. "Please call me Haliee!" she said a little irritated.

I narrowed my eyes. "Ok, fine. How did you know? Did Seth tell you that I've imprinted?" I asked her, looking around to find Sasha Cane staring at us. Her arms were folded over her chest and her small mouth in a pout. I ignored her and faced Chris- I mean Haliee.

"Oh, I know things. Call it a sixth sense." she said, twirling her index finger in the air. "Plus, Sasha is responsible for making your imprint mad." she said, pointing at Sasha with her finger.

I noticed Sasha giving Haliee the middle finger.

"Of all the gorgeous girls in our school you'd to choose that nutcase. What a fucking bloody slut." she said in disgust, still looking at Sasha, returning the gesture.

I began to get worried. "What did she do?" I asked anxiously. "What did she say to Leslie?" I asked, literally begging her to tell me. I saw Haliee smile.

She pressed her lips. "Well," she began, "The bloody bitch said crazy things like, 'he's mine' and 'I'm a woman that can please all his needs'. Poor Leslie felt bad. She even called poor Leslie flat-chest. She threatened to hurt Leslie if she continued pursuing you. I tried to comfort her as much as I could. She really did look hurt." Chris said in her beautiful English accent.

We stood there in silence for a minute. "Well, I gotta go. See you at lunch." she kissed my cheek and headed down the hall.

Sasha had the audacity to stand in front of me. She wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Brady." she whined, when I didn't pay attention to her. I gently pushed her away.

"Sweetie, what's going on?" she asked, her body stiffening. "You seem strange." she added. She tried to grasp my hand, but I pulled it away.

I ran a hand through my face. I began to shake. That's the most difficult part of being a werewolf. We've a short fuse. We were always trying to control our anger.

"Look, Sasha," said Seth from behind me, "you should leave him alone. He's not in the mood to talk to you." he said in his kind voice.

Seth was always kind even to the people he didn't like.

"Butt out, Clearwater. I can talk to my boyfriend the way I want!" she shouted, placing her hand on her hip.

Seth took a step forward, towering over Sasha. She went rigid, her eyes full of fear.

I quickly regained my equanimity. "Sasha, I am NOT your boyfriend. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I never meant to hurt you. I thought you and I were just having a good time." I said coolly.

"You're dumping me?" she hissed, poking at my chest. "You better think it twice, Brady. I'll not take you back. You'll never do the thing we did last night with me. Are you sure this is what you want?" she said, trying to make me see what I would be missing.

I began to shake again. I felt Seth's hand on my shoulder. I spun around and continued walking to my next class. Seth followed me, walking quietly behind me.

"Brady, you're an asshole!" I heard Sasha yelled as she sobbed. I felt sorry that we'd to end our 'relationship' this way, but Leslie Ruiz had occupied the most important place in my life.