Falling for Brady

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AN: Yes, I am back and happy to say that I love all the reviews that I have been getting!! A special thanks to my beta readers dancingwiththecullens18 and D'Novo. They are amazing and I thank them for being so kind to check my stories.

This next two chapters are on Leslie's pov. They are before she falls in to the pool, so, I hope that you like them.

Peace in the Storm

I took the first bus and I ended up in Forks. I had wandered around town and got tired and hungry, after, I contemplated on going to the same restaurant Brady and I had our first date, to eat. I was quickly succumbed by sadness.

My mind continued to play memories of happy times that I shared with him. I missed my friend, my lover and my world, my Brady. I had come to the conclusion that he stopped loving me. He'd triumphed over the 'imprinting' thing. He no longer needed me, right? I wasn't his world or his soul mate, anymore. I had been replaced! I walked to the closest bus stop and sat on the bench, getting swept the beautiful memories that I had once shared with my Brady.

It was still raining, but after thirty minutes of waiting for the next bus to come, it stopped raining. I was completely covered in water, but I didn't care. My hair was wet and it covered my face and I was shivering. It was too damn cold. It was a day that truly resembled my life: cold and empty. Why didn't I have a happy ending? Why couldn't I be happy? Not just a life filled with frequent happiness, but the joyful, heart-stopping happiness, knee-jerking happiness, that only Brady could bring me.

"You are gonna get sick." A familiar voice said.

"I don't care." I mumbled unenthusiastically, raising my head to face him. "It won't make a difference if I am sick or not."

I folded my arms across my chest and looked away from him. He was really annoying. He just popped mysteriously into my life, whenever I was feeling alone and depressed.

"Bitter, aren't we?" he asked, laughter dancing in his words. He took a seat beside me and touched my shoulder with his cool hand. I jerked and moved away from him. Was he a stalker?

"Very much!" I retorted, veering my head away from him to stare at the cars that passed by. "Now go on and leave me alone."

He laughed and I could see from the corner of my eye that he was staring at me. He shook his head and smiled. I rolled my eyes at him and sulked. Maybe that would make him go away.

"I can't leave you looking like this." he said and shrugged. "You look like a wet dog, standing by the road. It's pathetic!"

"Humph." I muttered in irritation. "Then just end my misery."

He placed a cold hand under my chin and forced me to look up. His light brown eyes were staring at me serious and calmed. "You are cute, strange girl. But I am not the person responsible to end your misery."

"And you are annoying, vamp boy!" I said curtly, smacking his hand away from me. "If only it was possible to end my suffering." I muttered dejectedly.

"It's Jevian!" he said irritated, removing his hand from me. "Though, it sounds like a sidekick's name. I could be Vamp Boy and you could be Bitter Bitch!" he laughed sarcastically.

"Fuck you!" I hissed, sliding down to the end of the bench.

"I am kidding." he said, scooting closer to me. Damn, didn't he get the memo? Hello, Jevian, leave me the fuck alone!

"I don't care!" I said frustrated. "Just leave me alone."

"I can't! Not when you are like this." he said worriedly. I felt bad for being so rude and curt to him. I looked at him and felt remorseful for being so rude and impolite.

"I am fine." I lied and offered him a smile. "There is nothing wrong with me. I am just waiting for the damn public bus."

"Then why are you crying?" he asked concerned.

Great! I was angry again and I really didn't want to consult my love life, better yet, my lack of love life with him. I just wanted to be left alone, but I guess that boys, whether they were werewolves or vampire hybrids, didn't understand when a girl wanted to be left alone.

"I am not crying, imbecile, I am just wet!" I said impatiently.

"Um, nope, you are crying and wet. I can smell your tears. Remember that I have enhanced abilities." he said, tapping my nose and then tucking away loose strands of wet hair that fell over my face.

"Do you have the ability to fuck off?" I said angrily, pushing his hand away from me.

"No, but I think that you have the ability of being a super bitch when you want to." he said crossly. Touché! "What is wrong with you?" he asked, his annoyed expression changed to one of concern.

"You!" I snapped. "Go away and never come back." I whined.

"That would be real neat, right?" he laughed, as he touched my face to look at him.

"That would be awesome!" I said annoyed, staring daggers at him.

"Too bad, because I won't leave you alone. Not until I know that you will be fine!" he said.

"Ugh! Leave me alone, vamp boy." I said loudly.

"I can't leave you like this, strange girl." he whispered softly and smiled. "I am intrigued by you and I don't want to be responsible for your death if you die of a cold, on my hands."

Have you ever been with someone that you want to hate, but can't? That was my case. Jevian was extremely annoying and at the same time, I felt attracted to him. I actually enjoyed being around him. He was rude and yet, he was caring at the same time. He smile was sort of infectious. He made me forget Brady, of course, momentarily. I felt sort of alive or maybe I felt like being a rebel, when I was around him. I guess, I don't know, that he was so annoying that the wheels of my mind were constantly thinking of finding ways to annoy him. There was no time to lament the fact that I was not with Brady!

"Fuck you! I bet you used your luring abilities to confuse me and make me kiss you." I said lowly. "And because of that, I caved and kissed you and lost my boyfriend."

Jevian laughed heartedly and scooted closer to where I was. "Oh, man! We are still on that same topic. We kissed like months ago. Plus, it wasn't that good. And yes, I did use my abilities to lure you to me. But they didn't work on you." he laughed mischievously.

"What do you mean?" I asked intrigued.

"It means that you kissed me on your own accord. I didn't force you." he said, bringing his lips closer to mine. "You wanted me." He whispered and then moved away.

"Oh please, I was confused and excited to be in front of a vampire! But hell, you are just a hybrid-vampire-wanna-be. Who's gonna want to be with an idiot like you?" I asked angrily.

He stood up and sighed, as he shook his head. "That girl and that one, oh, and that one, too." he said smugly, pointing at a few girls that were passing by us. Damn, they were staring at him. I felt angry and perhaps disappointed. "I'm a babe magnet."

He smiled at them and waved at them. I turned to face them and a blond girl was blushing. The brunette one almost collided with a street sign. "Babe magnet!" he said smugly again. "Remind me to call my parents and thank them for my amazing looks."

He looked down at me and smiled. "Oh come on, I am teasing you. Jeez, you could laugh more often!"

"Then shove all of those girls up your ass, and get out of here and leave me the fuck alone..." I hissed annoyed. "I bet you that would make me happier!"

"That is certainly not possible." He laughed and looked down at me. "I can't leave you and doing what you suggested would probably hurt!"

"Leave, Jevian. I already have enough complications in my life. I don't need another one. I-I, ugh!" I grunted frustrated.

He stood in front of me and I looked up at him. His face was serene and I wanted to smile at him. He was so fucking annoying, but I couldn't resist him.

"Strange girl," he said calmly. "I know that this is going to sound stupid coming from me, but you really look like a wet chicken."

I laughed. I could see myself covered in wet clothes and my damped hair covering my face. "It's probably true." I said reluctantly.

"Come, let's get you dried and warm." Jevian said, taking my hand and pulling me up close to him. He took his jacket and draped it around my shoulders. "That should keep you somewhat warm, until we get to my apartment."

"Let go, Jevian." I sighed, letting go of his hand. "I don't need you to worry about me. That's why I have parents."

"Come on, strange beautiful girl." he said, taking my hand again and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I won't sleep well if I know that you are wet and sad. I have a very sensitive soul. I need to help ya!"

"I don't want to go to a cave with you." I whined, tugging at my hand. I didn't want to go to his cave. I didn't like how I felt around him; he was mysterious and I already had enough mystery around me. I still loved Brady and I swear that I would always love him. But with Jevian, I felt different array of raw emotions.

"A cave?" he laughed, running his free hand through his face. "You think I live in a cave? How stereotypical of you. Though, it's funny, but no. I live in that apartment complex over there." he said jovially, pointing at the big sign that read 'Pheasant Lake Apartments'. "But still, I bet you think it's dark and eerie and there is blood on the floor, right?"

"Um, I don't know! Why is there?" I asked him scared.

He laughed and shook his head. "I am not even gonna take that as an insult. You'll see my apartment in a minute. You can judge then."

We walked in silence to his apartment. He waved at some elderly couple and smiled at them. It was strange to see a vampire, I mean, a vampire-hybrid, interact so normally with humans.

"McKenna, your dinner party last week was a smashing success!" he said, and the old lady hugged him.

"You were the life of the party Jay." She smiled, then her eyes averted to me.

"And who is this precious young lady?" She asked intrigued, smiling impishly at me. "Look Albert, Jay's girlfriend is beautiful."

"I'm not hi-" I snarled.

He quickly pulled me to him and hugged me. "Well, I will see you later." Jevian quickly interjected, as he smiled at his friends. He waved goodbye and took my hand. He was walking fast and I was nearly being dragged across the sidewalk.

"We are almost there." he said, looking down at me. His hand never left mine and his touch didn't work; I was shivering as the cold wind blew. I should have felt scared just by being around a vampire, or should I say vampire hybrid. But I felt comfortable with Jevian. He was different and I was in need of a friend. A friend that could help me clear my head from all the complications that I left behind in La Push.

"Don't laugh at the large family portrait that is hung on the wall." he chuckled, his cheek growing a scarlet color. "My mother made me hang it there, so I could remember how much she loves me." he blushed.

"You blush?" I asked curiously.

"Uhh, yeah!" he said, reaching for his pocket to retrieve his keys. "I have a functioning heart, too! My mother is half human. I also sleep and if I want, I can eat human food, weirdo."

"Jeez, I didn't mean to offend you." I said irritated.

"Well you did." he said, his back was facing me as he fumbled with the key to open the door.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"Much better." he mumbled, as he opened the door. "Welcome to Casa de Jevian El Hottie." he laughed.

"OK, now you are being stupid." I muttered, as I entered his house, trailing after him. "Oh my God!" I laughed, when I saw the pictures on the wall. They were so many beautiful photos of nature and random people that he met on the streets. But the one that caught my attention was the one of his family. "Is that you as a baby?" I asked amazed.

He nodded and closed the door behind him. "It's me and that's my mother and dad." he said shyly. "I took the rest of these pictures."

"You looked so cute. Oh my, your mother looks like she is my age and your dad… wow! Hunky McHunkers! The other pictures that you took are awesome." I said excited. "Wow, they are all beautiful." I whispered, as I studied and observed them. "Do you take pictures professionally?"

I stood in front of the wall, admiring the different pictures. But what caught my attention was the one of the russet skin woman, with long straight black hair. She looked so serene and peaceful. In a way, I felt like she was staring at me. As if she was telling me to not worry, that everything was going to be alright. I blinked a couple of times and shivered. OK, the cold was playing tricks on me.

"Um, nope." he said coyly. Jevian, being modest? "It's just a hobby that I picked up, after I left my parent's house."

"I presume that you didn't get along with your parents?" I asked, as I took off his jacket and hung it by the door.

"Oh, I do." he said quickly, walking towards the window and opening the curtains. "I, well, they are just too old fashion for me. They like to keep to themselves and I like to meet people. I like to mingle amongst humans."

He eyed me and then smiled sheepishly. "I grew up to fast and I wanted to feel normal." he said, raking his fingers through his hair. "Being around them, gives me a sense of normalcy."

"Were you that lonely?" I asked him in a low voice, as I unzipped my damped coat.

He nodded and then walked to a room and came out with a few towels in his hands. "Am I that transparent?" He threw the towels at me and then walked into the kitchen.

"No. I just wanted to know." I shrugged and toweled dry my hair.

"Hey," he said loudly and suddenly he stood beside me, his hands touched mine and he took the towel in his hands. I glanced at him, startled.

"What?" I asked terrified.

He grinned at me and started drying my hair. His hands were cold against my skin and I found myself missing Brady. I missed the heat and warmth of his body. I wanted to be near him.

"You aren't screaming at me. That's awesome." he smiled.

"Idiot," I muttered. "Next time walk like a human, I hate it when your kind does that. Nessie… my good frie- um, forget it."

"Yes, I should be more careful around you. I don't want you to have a heart attack." he laughed. "I am just happy that I get to be myself around you. I don't have to hide the fact that I can walk exceedingly fast or that I can jump extremely high. You aren't afraid of me, right?" he asked, his smile dying and his hands fell to his side.

"I don't know." I said honestly. "You scare me at times. I think that you have ulterior motives and you seriously want to eat me or make me your mate." I said, letting my overly-active imagination take flight.

"You seriously need to write a fiction novel about vampires how you picture vampires." he said, throwing the towel on the couch. "And who uses the word 'mate' anymore? You are strange one! Follow me."

"Where?" I asked confused, looking down at my hands.

"To my room." he said aloof, rolling his eyes at me.

"Um, why?" I asked nervously.

"Idiot, so I can lend you some of my clothes while yours dries. Jeez, I am not gonna do anything that you don't want me to do." he said mischievously. "Hurry up! I am hungry."

"See, I knew it! You are gonna drink my blood and then hide my body. I knew it! Damn, I fell again for your cute face and soft happy voice and pretty smile. You are a monster, Jevian the hybrid!" I said loudly, marching towards the door, scared half to death.

"OK, seriously, you, strange girl, need to chillax!" he chuckled. "I swore that I wasn't gonna drink your blood or kill you. I like you too much to do something like that." he said, appearing in front of the door and blocking my exit. "I eat human food, too. Trust me, I would never hurt you." he said softly, placing his hands on my shoulder and smiling at me.

"You better." I muttered and followed him to his room. He handed me a large red tee shirt and shorts.

"That is the smallest shirt and pants I was able to find." he said, smirking.

"How tall are you, anyways?" I said, placing the tee shirt in front of me.

"Six feet and two inches." he said innocently and turned around. "Do you like lasagna?"

"Yeah," I said, watching him exit the room.

"Good, cause tonight, my friend, your taste buds will be blown away by my mother's delicious lasagna recipe." He winked and started to close the door. "I cooked it this morning. I was going to take the lasagna to my friend's party tonight, but I rather share it with you."

Ten minutes later, I was wearing a large shirt with pants that were supposed to be shorts, that reached my ankles. I stepped outside the room and the delicious aroma of lasagna danced seductively into my nostrils.

"It smells real good." I muttered, ambling to the kitchen.

"Wait until you have a taste." He laughed quietly. "Do you want to help me set up the table?" he asked politely.

I nodded and sauntered to where he stood. "The plates are on the second cabinet and the cups are on the third cabinet, to the right. The eating utensils are on the first drawer next to the range." he said, as he walked to the fridge and got a juice carton. "I only have orange juice, is that alright with you?"

"That's fine." I nodded and retrieved the plates, cups and forks. I helped with setting up the table and when I was done, I walked to the counter and sat on a barstool and watched as he prepared another dinner entrée. It was fun to watch him cook. A man that knows his way around the kitchen is often sexy. But Jevian was taking it to the next level.

I rested my elbows on the counter and placed my chin in my hands and thought about how different my life would be if I didn't feel anything for Brady. Would it be easier? Would I end up with someone like Jevian?

"You look funny when you are thinking." he said, walking towards the counter. He was now facing me and his light, almost honey colored eyes were searching mine. "You are cute, you know that, right?"

"No. I didn't know that." I said, sitting back against the barstool seat. "Anyways," I paused, changing the subject. "It smells real good. Tell me about your family? Does your mother eat human food?"

"They are boring." he said, sighing. "And yes, my mother loves human food."

"No, tell me about them. I want to know more."

"Well, my mother is amazing and she has the most beautiful sense of humor in the world. My father is an ass, but he is a great bloke."

"No, I want to know how they are! Are they mean? Do they suck human blood? Do they sparkle or glow when the rays of the sun touch their skin? Do you sparkle?"

"Do I look gay?" he asked annoyed and wrinkled his nose. "I am just kidding. My father sparkles. It's the funniest and the gayest thing in the world. My mother and I glow, and so does my older brother."

"Man, you suck!" I said, getting off the barstool and walking towards the dining table. "So is your older brother nice?"

"I suck? Well, technically I do!" he shrugged, raising his eyebrow curiously. "Why do you want to know about my family? I mean, I don't mind talking about them… it's just that you are strange for a human girl. Why are you so interested to know about a family of vampires?"

"I am not strange. I am just curious about you," I paused, biting my lower lip and quickly added. "… and your family."

He walked back to the kitchen and checked on the lasagna and then returned to where I was standing. "Oh, I see. I am just here to entertain you, right?" he chortled.

"No, but if you want to, I won't mind." I laughed, tucking my cold arms inside the shirt.

He eyed me curiously and then shook his head and smiled. All he did was smile. I noticed that he was always grinning at me. I wondered if his mother was as friendly as he was. Definitely, his affable and friendly disposition was what I needed at the moment.

"Fine, what do you want to know?" he asked reluctantly.

"Everything." I said. "How old are you?"

"Everything? Well," he paused, giving me a side smile. "As you already know, my father is a vampire and my mother is half human and half vampire."

"I have a friend, I mean; I had a friend that is half human and half vampire. She glows when the light of the sun, um, forget it..." I said, remembering Nessie.

"Oh, so you've been around vampires and damphirs?" he said, walking toward the stove again and opened the oven door. "Dinner is almost ready."

"I can't wait." I said contently. "I don't know about you, but I can wait until dinner is ready. If you want or need to eat something to hold you up, until the food is ready, go ahead."

"I can wait, too." he sniggered. "And don't look at me like that. I won't drink your blood."

"I hope so." I mumbled and then walked to the back of the room and leaned against the wall.

"Anyways," he continued. "My parents met almost a hundred years ago. At first, they didn't like each other. My mother was too human for my father's liking. He was all about the human blood and my mother was raised to respect humans, so she drank animals' blood instead and she also enjoyed human food as well... To make a long story short, she convinced him to give up his old habits and now he drinks animals' blood. I do, too. It's less cruel and it makes my life easier. My eyes get crimson red when I am hungry, not because I drink human blood, but because of the blood that I have in my system. If I were to drink human blood, I drink the ones of killers, rapist and other not so acceptable souls."

"Oh, so you wouldn't drink my blood? I'm a good girl. My record is clean!" I sighed with relief, placing my hand on my neck. I shuddered at the thought of having my blood drank.

"Nope." he rolled his eyes. "My father would kill me if I did something like that."

"So, how is it being a one fourth human and three fourths vampire?"

"Annoying." he said, leaning against the counter. "I really don't know what I am. There are times that I feel like a vampire and then, there are times that I feel like a human. There aren't that many people like me around. My older brother is no help. He keeps to himself and he does drink human blood. But, I guess, I can cope. I know that I am immortal, because I stopped aging a while back. I have to sleep at least three to four hours a day. If I don't, I get tire and cranky if I don't sleep."

"Oh, is that every day or every time we meet?" I joked.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." He laughed. "Only when I am with you."

"So, physically you look like you are seventeen or eighteen years old. But in chronological time, how old are you?"

The oven alarm beeped and he hurried to retrieve the hot lasagna. I watched as he worked in the kitchen and wished that my dad could cook. "Twenty-three." he said casually, grabbing the hot lasagna dish in his hands and placing it in the middle of the table.

"Hey, you could burn yourself." I said alarmed, walking to where he stood. I touched his arm and he shrugged nervously.

"It's fine." he smiled, looking down at where my hand was. "I don't break easily."

"But that was hot and it was in the oven." I said shyly, slowly removing my hand from his arm.

"It's fine. I know you care about me, but jeez, girl, give me a break." he winked.

"Dumbass." I muttered, embarrassed. "I was just worried."

He walked back to the fridge and got a large pre-made salad bag and three different bottles of salad dressings. He placed them on the table and took a sit in front of me. He smiled at me and under the light of the lamp; I could see that he was truly handsome. His features were manly, but he wasn't Brady. I would always find something about Jevian and compare it to Brady.

"What?" he asked, his eyebrows knitted together, as he stared at me.

"Nothing," I stuttered. "I was just staring at your face. You are really handsome."

"Thanks." he said awkwardly. "It's good to hear you acknowledge that fact. I don't need to tell you that you are beautiful, because you already know that."

"Asshole." I hissed under my breath. "And thank you."

"You sure cuss a lot, strange girl." he said with concern. "You are really sassy and feisty. I like that about you."

"Look, my fath-my stepdad was in the army and he cussed a lot, when we lived with him. So, I got used to saying bad words."

"Tell me more about you, stra-" he began.

"My name is Leslie Alexis." I interjected.

"Oh," he said, staring attentively at me. "That's a pretty name. I like it! It suits you, Leslie. I was wondering how long it was going to take you tell me your name." he drawled.

"Well, I hate it when you call me strange girl." I sighed, grabbing my plate and handing it to Jevian, so he could serve me a large piece of the lasagna.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know your name and you looked strange picking up those sea shells and talking to them." he smiled, as he served my food.

"I was just admiring nature." I said annoyed.

We ate, chatting about different things about my life. When I was done with my lasagna, I raised my plate to Jevian. "I want a bigger piece, Jevian."

"So you are a hippy?" he asked happily and served me a second piece of lasagna.

"What? Oh, you are still mocking me for talking to the sea shells? No!" I said defensively. "Just eat and leave me alone."

We ate in silence and for the first time today, I felt a little bit happy. I felt content and accepting of the fact that I could survive without Brady. I could live without him. I was strong. I could do this. I just needed to believe in myself. I watched as Jevian smiled at me and I couldn't help myself. I was smiling back at him. It was odd, that I could find peace, in the middle of the storm.