It's been like three whole freaking months since he last came into school. And frankly, I was pissed. Muffman gave me his homework and class work every fucking lesson, so I was up to my freaking chin with sheets. Does he reply to my fucking texts? No he bloody doesn't. And I don't even know him well enough to pop round his house with his work, 'cause that's just weird. And then, after the first week of him being gone, his little mate Collin decided to start bunking too, so I can't get him to run it to his house. I was just going to wait until he comes back, but seriously, months? The time he's had off school is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s! Do you know how bored I've been in class without him? Do you? No. You don't know. Because the amount is unbelievable, you would never be able to understand it. Muffin won't even let someone else come sit near me. I'm so bored. And on top of that, Muff keeps badgering at me to actually go to his house and give him the stuff.

And on top of all of this, I also have to deal with Moose, who's so angry – and worried, but she doesn't want anyone to know, and because she's worried, hat then makes her even more angry – that I don't think I've seen her smile in about three weeks. Apparently Paul is barely even at home anymore, so Moo has to deal with her alcoholic father all by herself. I know what you think when I say alcoholic, you automatically think he's abusive or aggressive or something, but he's not. He's the opposite. He's so unbelievably laid-back he's practically comatose. It's their mother that they both get their hot heads.

And then on top of all of that, Nicks was declined the treatment. Apparently her body wasn't strong enough to deal with it. They'd worked her body so hard with all this other treatment that has only come close to helping, that when a treatment that might have a long-term effect comes along, she can't even take it because her body has become too weak. Nick says she can feel it – the weakness. The doctors say they are going to regulate her closely for the next couple of months, and stupid fucking Nick says she doesn't think she'll make it. That has resultedly set Ava off in her depression and Kat off in her fucking any guy who looks twice at her senseless.

So, what I was trying to say was that I am stressed. Angry and stressed and… blergh. And now I'm so angry that I'm actually on my way to his house to give him these stupid fucking sheets.

I knocked on his door loudly with my fist. It wasn't really knocking, per se, more attacking.

And then he didn't even answer so I started hitting it harder. "Brady, you son of a bitch, you better open this fucking door right fucking now, before I come in there and smash your brains out of you fucking head! And you know I will! And then I'll shove this fucking door up your ass." I shouted, illustrating the last three words with their own thumps to the wood.

There were footsteps, a noise of something smashing and a "fuck!" and a couple other mumbled words before the door finally opened.

And my heart fucking died.

Or maybe, my heart came alive? I think that's the most likely one of the two. Thinking back to before that one look of Brady, stood sleepily a his doorframe in his boxers – just his boxers, which showcased his magnifique body – I had never felt anything like this before. It was so unbelievably unreal. The way I felt for him – so suddenly. Like over these past few weeks – months, my whole body had just been building up the want to see him, and now, finally, here he was. In all his sleepy glory.

His eyes though, the moment he opened them fully to me, they changed. He didn't look sleepy, he looked… blissful? Awed? Shocked? I don't know. I couldn't explain it. His expression though, it really showcased how I felt. It was like all of a sudden, those times I'd been denying liking him in any other way seemed so ludicrous. It's like all of a sudden Brady became beautiful and captured my heart. Fuck me, I sound like Babs.

And like I was saying, he was just wearing boxers. Wowee. Itty Brady grew.

Oh hell, that sounds wrong. Jesus, no. I mean, like, his arms and legs and torso. Not – you know. He was just a lot taller than before and a lot more muscled and a lot more masculine and a lot more handsome. He was just overall a lot different.

I slowly lifted my eyes back up to his, where he was staring at me with that look still in his eyes. That intense, almost absentminded look. I turned around, just to check that it was in face me that he was looking at, and I wasn't making a fool out of myself by drooling over this guy in his underwear. I turned back to face him, exasperated because there wasn't anyone, anything else that he could be staring at. A wide grin spread on his face as he stared at what I was now sure was just me, and he stood, hand on the door still, his other arm hanging limply, awkwardly by his side. Like he didn't know what to do with it. Probably because it grew so freaking quickly and he hasn't adjusted to it. The massive little boy.

He dropped the hand that was on the door and the door swung back and he took a step towards me and I suddenly realised that I really wanted for him to get closer. I just felt this need, this pull towards him. Like I had to touch him. Like my life depended on it. Depended on him.

My life depended on "Brady."

Okay, now I'm glad I didn't say the other four words out loud. Very glad at that.

That would have made this incredibly awkward.

His grin turned into a sloppy smile. "Zoë." He said. Even his voice was different. It was more gruff and deep and… sexy.

One thing that hadn't changed, though, was that beautiful little glint in his brown eyes.

"Oh god, you're getting wet."

I spluttered on air. "I'm sorry – what?"

"The rain." He said, unaware to what I thought he'd just said as he pulled me inside. I hadn't even realised it was raining. Jesus. That was a fucking relief. I mean, yeah, I was drooling over him, but really… that was quite unnecessary. "No, no, no. You could get a cold and then you- oh god!"

I laughed at his franticness, then noticing his hands that were still on my waist. He was so unbelievably warm. Like, temperature wise. He was literally on fire. And his touch was sending me on fucking fire. This was all so unworldly. People like me don't feel things like this for people. It was all just so intense and my heart was pumping at about a million miles an hour. I was so exhilarated a the mere sight of him.

I stopped laughing as I stared up into his eyes. He stared back at me, his whole body frozen, his breathing slowed down to him only sucking in and quickly blowing out a breath between long intervals. Like he didn't want to break this. And to be honest, neither did I. So I wasn't even risking breathing.

The need for him grew with each second, with each heartbeat that pounded away furiously in my chest.

I tilted my head up and he quickly moved his face down, as if moving at the same time would mean I wouldn't see it. A smile played on my lips at this as his eyes flickered down to mine; his face merely inches from my own. A smile of his own found it's way to his lips before he brought his head even further down, his lips brushing softly against mine, my whole body feeling like I was going to pass out.

And then, it was like my whole body lost control. The fire and need and want and the pure emotions I was feeling for him took over and even though already touching him, I launched myself at Brady. Needing to feel more of him. Touch more of him. Be with him. Have him touching me.

I sound like a fucking pervert.

Anyway, Brady moaned and gripped onto me as I kissed his brains out. He pulled the bag I had on up over my head, dropping it to the floor and then picking me up. Missing his body pressed against mine at that short moment, I latched my self onto him, wrapping my legs tightly around him as he hoisted me up, gripping onto my thighs. Our lips moved together like they were made for this, like all we were supposed to do in life was to be like this together.

It was all so strange. Why the hell would Brady want to be doing this with me? Wasn't this a bit too full on for a first kiss? Shouldn't we really stop now? Because his growing arousal was pressing nicely against me right now and I knew they I should stop. But really, I didn't care.

It felt so unbelievably right. I wanted nothing else than this with him. It was strange, if you'd have told me the moment before the door opened, the moment before that one look, that I'd have been doing this, wanting nothing but this, then I wouldn't have believed you. But now, it's like everything changed. My whole world changed, especially to fit him.

Even thinking about how I hadn't felt anything like this before for him seemed absurd. Brady was freaking amazing.

The following context is bumping this up to an M, so if you're a T/K reader, might want to skip to the end :)

Brady's POV.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

That's all I could think as Zoë grinded herself against me. Arg. Holy fuck.

I just couldn't even figure out what was happening. She was just so freaking intoxicating. Her smell, her touch, her hair, her skin, her body, her fucking beautiful face.

It's been the same since the moment I opened that door. That one look, and I was gone. It's been such a short time since my eyes landed on her, and already I'm hooked – addicted to her. The feeling of being around her, touching her, it was making me feel things I never once imagined. And I wasn't ever going to willingly choose to not have this. It's like from this moment forward there's no chance that I could ever leave her side. I just have to be with her, always. She was, all of a sudden, my sole reason for existence. The reason to get up, to fight, to breathe.

Things have been pretty fucking hectic lately, what with turning into a werewolf. And then there's all that shit with that redheaded vampire chick. Things had finally calmed down, and I was finally getting some much-needed sleep when all of a sudden my fucking soul mate comes and knocks on the door. Not that I'm complaining, I just knew I'd never be able to have an unhectic day ever again. My mind was already clouded with thoughts of her before, but now, knowing she's my soul mate… it was unreal. I'd thought before that she was so ultimately perfect for me that she had to be, but now, I knew for certain that she was mine and only mine. And I was fucking exstatic.

Holy cock, she's a brilliant kisser.

How do you know she's your soul mate, Brady? You may ask. Well, I'm pretty sure I just fucking imprinted on her.

She stood at that door, in all her imperfect perfect glory, totally oblivious to what had just happened. The feelings that I had for her before that one look seems so miniscule and insignificant compared to what I feel now. Now, she's everything. Absolutely, undeniably, unchangeably everything to me.

I suddenly had the image of her passing out from not breathing enough so as I pushed her up against the wall I detached my lips from hers, applying my focus to her neck now instead.

Her fingers made their way through my hair, tugging at the strands and I let out a groan as I sucked harder on her soft skin, my hands running up and down her perfect body.

It wasn't fair that she was so beautiful, it really wasn't.

I pulled her jumper up over her head, hating the clothing in between our bodies, and I chucked it over my head.

She pulled my face back to hers, kissing me with the same passion and hunger. I pushed her up against the wall even harder and she moaned – practically killing me with that one small noise. If I wasn't already in ecstasy, I fucking was now. Her moan was like a small bomb going of inside me, tightening the need for her in my stomach and swelling my lungs in my chest. I needed to hear her moan again, over and over again for the rest of our lives.

"Fuck me." I whispered, totally in a daze. Then I realised that I actually said it out loud and my eyes widened, staring at her in shock, hoping I hadn't just offended and she'd go running from me. A shiver of dread ran down my spine at the thought. I don't think I could live through having Zoë run away from me.

A smirk spread across her slightly swollen-from-kissing lips. A smirk that literally smashed my heart up with a sledgehammer. She was bloody gorgeous. And that smirk was fucking sexy. She tutted sarcastically and with a "well, if you insist," she brought her lips up to mine again.

I grinned as I kissed her, pulling her body tighter against me. Yes, she was definitely perfect for me.

I can't even tell you what it felt like to be kissing her, holding her, touching her. Just merely being in the same room with her seemed like a miracle to me, so everything else was just… phenomenal.

She dragged her nails down from my neck, clawing at my chest and I let out a low growl.

I tried taking her upstairs, but I ended up bumping into everything on the way. Even with my wolf-enhanced senses Zoë was just too intoxicating, I just couldn't drag my concentration away from her for long enough to walk in a straight line, let along go up the stairs.

And then I started panicking that I was going to hurt Zoë because I kept bashing into the wall on the way up. But then she giggled and I suddenly felt like I was flying.

No, I didn't fall back down the stairs, you moron, I meant metaphorically.

She pressed her nose against mine, an amused look on her face as I fumbled around, trying to find the doorframe without looking away from her mesmerising eyes.

She kissed me again, the same passion that had my body on fire and the need for her growing by the second. I truly couldn't take it much longer. I needed her.

I pulled her top over her head as I stumbled into my bedroom, gasping lightly when I felt the cool skin of her stomach pressed against mine. I looked down at her in just her bra and my eyes literally popped out of my head.

"Sweet baby Jesus." I muttered and a blush crept up to her cheeks and she pulled me to her again, almost embarrassedly before she stared kissing me hungrily and I fell forward, onto my bed.

Why the hell someone like her would ever be embarrassed is beyond me.

"Oof!" She let out as I fell on top of her.

"Oh, shit." I muttered, propping my self up, eyes wide as I scanned her body, trying to see if she was hurt, and trying not to get distracted by her gorgeously breath-taking stunningness. "Are you okay? Aw, hell! I'm so sorry, I –" she cut me off from rambling by sitting up a little and pulling my neck down, bring her lips to mine.

I had only been with her a short while and I was already obsessively over protective of her. This is going to be fun. I can finally understand why Sam, Jared and Quil are all the way they are. The thought of Zoë ever being hurt is just… not what I want to think about.

I decided that that wasn't the best thing to be thinking about while doing this with her, so I stopped, just letting myself get caught up in her.

I brought my hand to her hair as I propped myself up on my elbows, playing with her mass of curls. They aren't like ringlet curls; they're just really messy curls and kinks. It's super beautiful.

She dragged her nails against my skin again and I let out a loud groan, breaking the kiss and burying my face against her neck, my lips brushing against her collarbone.

"We need to stop now," I whispered – hating myself for it, "I won't be able to later." And I knew I couldn't. She was just too overwhelming, I was getting lost in her, and I wouldn't be able to fight to do the right thing later.

She grinned as she rolled us over. "Good. I don't want to stop." She said as she straddled me, a look in her eyes that had my stomach – which was already knotted – doing summersaults.

Well, hell, if she wasn't going to try and do the right thing, who the hell am I to? Dear god, today is the most fantastic day of my life. I remember hating becoming a wolf, but now, having my feelings amplified like this, I would never resent being a werewolf, because I seriously doubt Zoë would be doing this with me if it weren't for me imprinting. I know I should probably be upset by that, but as I brought my hands up her things, around her butt, up her beautifully toned back, around to her stomach, and finally to her fucking brilliant tits, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Oh yes, I definitely don't regret becoming a werewolf.

"Zoë," I moaned, kissing her deeply. "Zoë," I whispered again, loving the way her name sounded. My Zoë.

Zoe's POV.

Stop! Stop! Stop! my brain called. But I just couldn't get myself to listen. The need for him was just too much.

I felt his shaky hands go down to my jeans, unbuttoning them and then he flipped me over, pulling them off.

Now we were just in our underwear and yet it didn't feel wrong. Never before had I ever felt any feelings for Brady, and then now, all of a sudden, I had the greatest urge to jump his bones.

Which is what I was doing.

It was all so quick and hot and passionate and strange and… right. It felt unbelievably right.

"Zoë," he moaned – again. I kissed him hard and he trailed his fingers down from my hair to the swell of my breasts.

"Is this your –? Are you a – you know?" he stuttered awkwardly and I grinned as his embarrassment.

"Is this my first time? Yes, Brady, I'm a virgin." I said and he grinned.

"Great." What was so great about it, I had not a clue. "Me too-," he added quickly. "Erm, just so you know."

I nodded, suddenly feeling awkward too. So I just attacked his lips with mine and the heat and passion submerged quite quickly.

Soon, our underwear joined the shed clothes on the floor and Brady's hands covered my body through another passionate kiss.

"Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands still exploring my body.

I brought his face up to mine again, nodding before kissing his lips.

I wasn't naïve, so when he entered me, I was waiting for the pain, although Brady looked like he was in a million times more pain.

At first it was awkward but soon the pain subsided and the passion came back. And it was… phenomenal. If it wasn't so hot and, err, erotic and just unbelievably amazing, I probably would have laughed at all the noises Brady made. Moan, grunt, a sort of gasp, sharp intake of breath, groan, long exhale of breath, then a sort of whimper. And that was every second.

"Fuck," he moaned, "I love you."

I. Love. You.

That's what he said, I'm pretty sure of it. I just passed it off, though. He couldn't have mean it. He was probably just caught up in the moment. My mind was too fuzzy to even realise he spoke, let alone understand it.

I dragged my nails back down his skin, loving the noises he made. He pressed his lips against my collarbone as he continued to thrust into me, my whole body really feeling on fire now. I never knew it would feel like this. Our bodies, similarly to our lips, moved together like they were made for this. I knew sex was supposed to be great, but this… it was totally underrated. Brady made me feel things I never once expected.

I gripped onto him as I peaked and he, err, 'shot his load' into me. He collapsed on top of me, our loud breathing, almost panting, filled the otherwise silent room.

To be honest, he was kind of squishing me, and the abnormal amount of heat radiating off of him was making me sweat even more than I already was, but I didn't care. Not at all. If felt so right to be this close to him, to have my body touching his.

He kissed my face softly, dropping dozens of feather light kisses all over my skin before he rolled off me, giving out a sigh of content as he laid on his back, his arm touching mine as we laid side by side.

That's when the reality of what just happened, what we just did, all came rushing towards me. It hit me like a fucking lorry.

I just had hot, passionate, unprotected sex, with bloody Brady. This is not what ordinary fifteen year olds do. Jesus Christ! We hadn't even kissed before this and then all of a sudden -! It was all so quick and – hell.

I'm a fucking slag! A big, whorey little slut-faced slag.

Brady entwined his fingers with mine as he turned on his side, bring his other hand up to lightly draw circles on my upper arm. He leant forward, placing a wet, hard kiss on my shoulder, staring intently at my face.

Arg! No, stop it! Don't you see this is so unbelievably wrong?

I didn't say that out loud, though, I didn't think that it would have been the greatest thing to say after sex.

His hand moved to my stomach, his fingers tracing light patterns and he leaned even further into me, kissing my jaw. His touch was still leaving a trail of fire on my skin. Ah! Why does he have to be so freaking perfect and beautiful all the time?

"I – I need to go." I mumbled, trying to get off the bed.

At an almost unbelievable speed, he caught my arms, a look of desperation on his face as he turned me to face himself. "What?" he asked, all of a sudden panicky.

"Erm – go. I have to go." I said, he just stared back at me, his face unchanging. I brought my hands up, tugging at his large wrists and they went lax in my grip, so I let them drop down, trying not to get distracted and stare at Brady's body.

I quickly chucked my clothes on, Brady just staring wide eyed at me until I started to back away, towards his door and he seemed to break out of his daze.

"No!" He shouted, hopping of the bed and then tripping slightly, coming down to his knees in front of me. "Zoë – no! You can't just – leave." He winced, gripping onto my hips as I stared down at him, wide eyed. "I'm sorry – I shouldn't have – oh, god! I'm so sorry – you didn't want to – I'm sorry!" he had a look of pain on his face and he rubbed at his eyes with his fisted hand. "I'm such an idiot! Zoë, I'm so sorry. Please, you can't just leave."

"I – have to go." I repeated lamely, pulling his hands off of me once more, then hurrying as fast as I could down his stares, trying to block out his shouts as I knew if I listened then there was no way I could deny his wishes. He had me under some sort of spell. The feeling on walking away – well, rather running away – it hurt so bad.

But what else could I do? I didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do. And I was probably just some quick lay for Brady. Someone to brag to his stupid friends about, saying that he's had sex. You're first time is meant to be with someone you love, care about. It's meant to be soft and gentle and loving. Definitely not what we just did.

I got out of his house, then bolted straight home, not stopping once. I just wanted to get back, home, somewhere I was comfortable. Somewhere normal, without all this absurdity.

What the fuck have I done? I don't know whether I was more upset over becoming a slut or the fact that I had just run away from Brady, which was currently drilling holes in my heart.

Hee hee hee! When I said 'proper loving' did you really expect this? What do you guys think? This is defintely gunna bring some drama, I think. So yes, Brady imprinted and there wasn't anyone around and they got a tad bit carried away. And yes, this is probably one of my worst written chapters EVER, so I'm sorry. Please tell me what you guys thought in a REVIEW :) Thanks for reading! Kimmmz x