A/N: Twilightdreamer.22 helped me a lot with Brady's POV and I wouldn't have been able to get this chapter out without her! Thanks to my beta, Skye Evans too. Check out both their stories! Sorry about the wait, review!

Brady's POV

"I'll always be there for you," I promised, and I swore I saw her wince. She looked down into her lap, avoiding eye contact, and I wondered what she could possibly be thinking about. Minutes passed, and I noticed a small tear falling down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb, before turning her head gently towards me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She turned them away from me, looking to the side. She looked so heartbroken; it made my stomach turn, and my heart felt like it was coming up my throat.

"Sophia, whatever it is, you can tell me," I reassured her.

She still didn't look up. I let go of her beautiful face and sighed. I focused my eyes back on the T.V. and then stopped to steal a glance at her. Our eyes connected for a split second before she quickly turned away.

"Sophia, please tell me what's wrong," I begged her; it was torture not being able to comfort her. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"It's nothing, I'm sorry for worrying you," she said with a small smile for her apology.

I gently pulled her into my lap. She leaned her head on my chest, and I buried my head into her hair, smelling the sweet vanilla and lavender scent that flowed off her. We might have stayed like this longer, but my stomach growled which caused Sophia to giggle. She was always so adorable.

I got up, and she followed. We walked to the kitchen, hand-in-hand. We walked in silence, her stomach growling once, making her blush. When we got to my small yellow kitchen, I went to the fridge, and Sophia sat down on the chair at the breakfast nook.

Looking in the fridge, I noticed we barely had anything to eat, besides some left-overs and condiments. There was nothing to make real meal with. I brought my head out of the fridge and looked at Sophia.

"We don't have much… Delivery?" I asked. I felt bad that I couldn't make anything for her; she always cooked when we were at her house. I would have to ask mom to pick some more food up.

"Pizza?"

She nodded with a smile, her face returning to its normal color after her crying. I had the number memorized from hanging out with Jake, and Sophia noticed too because I heard her laugh softly behind me.

After I ordered the pizza, Sophia and I decided a movie to watch a movie while we waited. She was in the mood for a scary movie, which I was perfectly all right with because scary movies resulted in her jumping up every five seconds and burying her face in my chest at every slightly scary scene.

I put the DVD in as she sat on the couch, wrapped up in the brown blanket that had been previously on the back of the couch. She sat up as I sat down, and then she laid back down, her head leaning on my arm.

The movie started dramatically, a girl walking alone in the dark forest. I wasn't paying attention; I was left with my thoughts. Did I say something to make Sophia cry? I hoped not. She said it was nothing, but then, why was she crying in the first place?

I looked down at her; her eyes were glued to the screen. She jumped up at a scene and then laughed at herself, causing me to smile. I loved it when she laughed.

I looked up at the screen for a few minutes and noticed that the scene had cut to a couple kissing in a dark room. They looked happy; did Sophia and I look like that? We weren't officially a couple, but we were close enough. I couldn't wait to be able to call her my girlfriend.

After the delivery guy came with the pizza, we sat on the couch and ate, the movie still playing. Sophia seemed to like the movie. We didn't talk much during it, and if I asked a question she would "Shhh" me.

I ate most of the pizza. Afterward, even though I was still hungry, I didn't say anything as we watched the last ten minutes of the movie.

"No wonder you have no food!" she said with a laugh.

The movie had a dramatic ending, something about the main character belonging to some demonic force and her liking it that way. The movie reminded me of my life; I had previously thought being a werewolf ruined my life, but seeing as it led me to Sophia and becoming the handsome man that I am today, I can no longer complain.

A knock came from the door that made both of our heads turn in the direction of the sound. She sighed and sat up which made me chuckle.

I didn't know who could possibly be here. None of the guys would come over because they knew I was talking to Sophia, and even if they did, they would just walk straight in.

So many questions all filled in my mind, causing me to freeze where I stood. As I got closer to the door, my nose picked up on a familiar bubble gum and hair spray scent. I was hoping I was wrong, but when I opened the door, I couldn't exactly be surprised by who was standing there.

She was standing in there in what I once would have thought was a sexy outfit. She had a pair of dark jeans on so tight they looked as if they were painted onto her skin and a red tube top with a black coat over it. Her long blonde hair was tied up, and she was glaring at me as soon as I opened the door.

I was half-tempted to close the door back on her. She couldn't be here- it just wasn't right. What was Sophia going to think about this? Normally, ex-girlfriends don't just show up uninvited at your house. Then again, Alex was never exactly normal.

"Stealing cars now? Well, I guess that's cool," she said with a smirk in reference to Sophia's Mustang in the driveway.

I didn't say anything; I just stared at her and hoped that maybe she would disappear.

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

Sophia's POV

I was stupid- the exact definition of stupid. I had been doing such a good job at hiding that there was anything irregular about me, and now, I had gone and blown it. He didn't know exactly what was wrong with me, but he knew something was. I knew I had to tell him- it was wrong to keep my secret from him for much longer. But there wasn't any easy way to explain to someone that you have a possibly fatal disease, especially to someone who had just informed you that you're their supernatural soul mate. How would he take it when I did tell him? I didn't want nor need to be treated like a breakable doll. Then again, I didn't even know if he would still want to be with me once he knew. Yes, I was his imprint, but maybe the imprint magic would disappear once he found out about my condition and realized I wasn't suitable for a soul mate.

I was trying to think positive, I really was. I had lived with my heart condition all my life; it wasn't like I was going to die tomorrow. My doctor, Dr. Cullen, had told me my heart was steady for someone with my condition, and I had time to consider my options. My options were things like heart transplants, things that no sixteen year old should ever have to consider.

My health was touch-and-go though, that's how it always has been. I could be perfectly fine one day and be in the hospital the next.

A knock came from the door, and we moved our heads in sync towards the sound. I sighed long and dramatically while Brady kissed my cheek and went to open the door. I looked over and watched his body stiffen as he opened the door.

I couldn't make out exactly what whoever was outside the door was saying over the loud T.V.

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

It was a girl that didn't sound much older than I. I didn't recognize the voice to be one of the girls I met at Emily's; maybe it was his neighbor or a relative.

"I have company," he said nervously.

"Good, I like meeting people," she said and pushed past Brady and into the living room.

Any thoughts I had of her being related to Brady or being a neighbor disappeared when I saw her. She had long bleach-blonde hair and a tan that she most defiantly didn't acquire from being Indian. I couldn't explain the level of insecurity I felt being in the same room as her. I was hoping, more like praying, Brady had never been with her because I was sure I'd die from a complete lack of self-esteem if he had.

"Who's this, Bray?" she said and hadn't realized until now just how obnoxiously high and annoying her voice was.

Bray. I didn't even have a nick name for him, but this girl did. I felt my whole body swell with jealousy, and I'm not the jealous type.

"Sophia," he said, looking between the both of us.

"Oh, I'm Alex," she said with a vindictive smile.

So she was Alex, his wild and apparently gorgeous ex-girlfriend. I wanted to scream just being anywhere near her. She was tall and thin like a model while I was petite and curvy. She looked like a lingerie model, and I was just plain Sophia.

"You know what's weird? You always said you never liked brunettes," she said effectively destroying the small amount of confidence I had with Brady.

Brady didn't deny it. "Alex, why are you here?" he asked, looking just as confused as I felt.

She shrugged and twisted a piece of her perfectly curled hair. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by since you like to ignore my calls now," she replied and rolled her eyes.

"I'm busy," Brady said shortly. I smiled to myself; at least he didn't seem interested in her.

"With her?" she said as if I were some disgusting disease. I wanted to punch her, and I hadn't had the desire to hit someone since my last stay in the hospital where some stupid nurse kept messing up my IV.

"Yes, he's obviously with me," I said and glared in her direction.

She smirked and looked me up and down,."I highly doubt a girl like you could keep him that busy for long."

The meaning in her words hit me as fast as lighting strikes. I had highly doubted Brady was a virgin; he was a nice guy, and a very attractive one at that. I had previously thought that he not being a virgin wouldn't bother me, but looking at him and Alex together, knowing that they had had sex before, made me want to cry.

Oh, the imprint magic royally ripped him off with giving him me for a soul mate. A virgin brunette with a heart condition- everything he probably didn't want.

"Stop it, Alex," he hissed at her.

"What, is your new thing for this month the innocent type? You know that's not like you at all," she said, with her hands on her hips.

This really got me thinking: who was Brady before he met me? He was always so sweet and gentle with me, but I had this feeling he hadn't been that way with Alex. Alex was what he wanted; she was who he chose to be with.

"It's over- it's been over," he said.

She rolled her stupid blue eyes. "You'll come back, you always come back!" she yelled and grabbed her keys out of her purse. "Have fun with this little girl," she said before slamming the door behind her, leaving us, but not taking the awkwardness she brought back with her.

I looked at Brady with a look of disgust. How could he have dated a girl with such little class? He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. I felt like if I didn't get this out now, I was going to explode.

"I'm sorry I can't be like that, like the girls you actually want," I said and stood up, grabbing my purse and keys off the coffee table.

"Don't be like that, Sophia," he said pleadingly.

"Like what, Bray?" I said mimicking Alex.

"Like this," he paused and grabbed my waist. I hate to admit that I wasn't strong enough to push him off. "I'd take everything back with her if I could."

"When did you break up?" I asked. I don't know why I needed to know, but I did. It had to have been recent if she felt comfortable enough to stop over uninvited.

He looked down. "A week before I met you."

That was seven days. Seven short days before I met him he was hugging, kissing, and doing only God knows what else with her. It was irrational for me to be as jealous as I was, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want anyone else to have him, ever.

"Did you love her?" I asked, although I didn't know why I was asking questions when the answers could absolutely break my heart in two.

Brady shook his head. "I thought I did at the time, but really, no, I didn't," he told me sincerely.

"You don't ever wish she was here instead of me?" I asked, yet another dangerous question.

"No! Sophia, don't think like that," Brady said and kissed my forehead.

"Promise me you don't want her," I said, while looking into his warm eyes. I loved his eyes, with every glance I found myself falling more and more for him.

"I promise, I'm yours," he said. His words were so simple, but they made me feel such a level of joy I hadn't known was previously possible.