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Chapter 10--Demon Jump

RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL

"Ready to go?" Brady asked as he came to a stop in front of my locker.

"Yeah but I need to ask you something first," I said as I closed my locker. "Okay, so Derek wants to come to training too and I totally get it if you don't want to come anymore," I said nervously.

"Oh no that's fine, I'll still go," Brady said easily.

"You will?" I asked, secretly doing a happy dance.

"Of course," he said easily as we walked towards the bikes.

"Hey kiddies, ready to go?" Derek asked as we approached.

I rolled my eyes. "Derek-"

"-Don't be such a douche bag. I know, I know," he finished easily, hopping on his bike.

I rolled my eyes. "Exactly," I said, getting on my bike as Brady got on his. "Alright, follow me," I said before shooting out of the lot. I weaved in and out of the streets and then started taking the back roads that Brady showed me. I finally came to a hiking trail my Dad had told me to try out and skidded to a stop at the front of it. "Okay so Dad was the one that told me about this trail so it's got a lot of sharp turns and hills so watch out. And it's for hikers so be extra careful of them. And…yeah, that's it," I said. "Let's go."

We all shot forward into the woods and onto the dirt/rock trail. I was pleased to find that I was holding my own with Derek, keeping a good distance in front of him and at the same time able to spray him with mud on my turns. And Brady completely impressed me with how good he was. He was really quick to react to all the things that seemed to jump out of nowhere at me and I even caught Derek looking back at him a couple of times and smiling slightly to himself. We finally came to a stop a hiker rest stop with picnic tables and restrooms and parked our bikes before sitting on one of the tables. "My legs hurt," Derek whined.

I rolled my eyes. "When was the last time you did this?" I asked curiously. I knew he rode his bike all the time but he didn't go on trails and do all the sharp turns and jumps and stuff that often anymore.

"Uh…Pfft…a month," he said. I raised my eyebrows at him. "Or two?" he offered with a shrug. I just rolled my eyes. "Alright, you got to ask a question, now it's my turn little sister," he said with a smirk and I instantly met eyes with Brady and tried to telepathically apologize to him in advance. "Are you two dating?" he asked bluntly, nothing but a curious expression on his face.

"Yep," I said, nodding. Might as well tell Derek-he's the only one besides Brady who really seems to understand me.

Derek nodded thoughtfully, looking between the two of us as Brady smiled at me and I grinned back. "And I'm assuming our parental units and Erika are unaware of this…adorable little development," he said, raising an eyebrow at me.

"You assume correctly," I said with a smile.

"And you're okay with it?" Brady asked cautiously.

Derek grinned and clapped him on the back in a somewhat brotherly fashion that made me smile. "Sure I am. You're big enough to keep away all those guys at the track while I'm not there," he said as Brady smirked at me. "But you're not planning on telling Dad though, right?" Derek checked.

I sighed. "No, I'm not," I muttered angrily. "Why do they have to be so obsessive?" I asked him, laying across the picnic table that was opposite of the boys.

"I would say I have no idea but that would be a lie," Derek said honestly. "You know that since I crushed their hopes and dreams and the only way to fulfill them was shoving them down your throat with a freshly sharpened shovel," he said easily.

I scowled at him. "Thanks for the visual," I said sarcastically.

"What did happen?" Brady asked curiously.

Derek shrugged. "Well, it all started when I turned the ripe age of seven," he started dramatically as I groaned and Brady laughed at me. "That's when Dad got me my first motocross bike-I skipped over regular bikes altogether. And, a couple months later, I had my first competition and I won. I beat all those lame eight and nine year olds," he said with a smirk and a chuckle.

"Anyway, I was pretty much on the same track Andy is now and like her," he said, throwing me a pointed look which I tried to ignore. "I'm not that into making motocross my life so…I quit," he said simply.

I glared at him. "You know that is not the whole story," I accused. He's leaving out the part that worries me the most. I turned to Brady who was looking at me curiously. "It turned into a huge fight, my parents refused to pay for his college education, kicked him out after graduation, and haven't had more than a ten minute conversation since. And it's been two years!" I pointed out. Of course Erika and I still talked to Derek as much as we could-me probably more than her but that's because we have a little more in common….Okay, a lot more in common.

"Well that sucks," Brady said, glancing at Derek before he looked at me. His eyes were scorching and it seemed like he finally got why I couldn't just drop the whole motocross thing.

"They'll get over it-I talked to Dad for fifteen minutes today," Derek stated proudly. I swear the no contact thing doesn't bother him at all. I mean, come on, they might be completely insane but they are still our parents.

"About what?" I asked doubtfully. After all, Dad was the one who flipped out the most.

"About…my girlfriend," he said with a sheepish grin.

My eyes widened. "You have a girlfriend?" I asked incredulously. "Still?" I added significantly. I actually knew about his girlfriend-but he told me about her a really long time ago and never mentioned her again so I just assumed they broke up.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Yes. I am still with Beth," he said, pretending to sound annoyed with me. "She really wants to meet you," he added with a cheeky grin.

"Well I would love to meet her too if I knew more about her than her name," I pointed out as Brady chuckled.

"Psh. I didn't even know this kid existed until today and you are telling me to give you details? I don't think so munchkin," he scoffed.

"Hey!" Brady said, pretending to sound offended.

"No, I like you so it's cool-but you still need to meet her," he said, looking at Brady and then looking pointedly at me.

"Well, bring her up and I'll talk to her-or give me the phone when I talk to you," I said, gasping as if that was the most brilliant idea ever thought of. Brady chuckled and Derek rolled his eyes.

"Fine. So what are you going to do about Dad?" he asked curiously.

I groaned. "What topic are we discussing at this particular moment?" I asked. There are several issues involving my Dad and I.

"The future one," he said, knowing that I would know what he meant. I've even talked to Brady about it…frequently.

I sighed. "I don't know you guys. You both know I don't want to make motocross my life but I don't have anything else. I'm not good at anything else," I said.

"Bikes," Brady and Derek both said at the same time. They looked at each other and shared a brief grin while I stared at them like they were crazy-because that was kind of weird and I have no clue what they're talking about.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You are really good at fixing bikes," Brady said.

"Yeah. You're just as good as me and know just as much as Dad and our uncles," Derek added. "You should go to school for engineering-psh. You probably wouldn't even need to go to school for it," he scoffed. Yeah, I am pretty caught up with him-even with his extra classes and all that.

"But who would let me work at their bike shop?" I asked dubiously. The only girls that I have ever met who worked with motorcycles, dirt bikes, four wheelers, or anything related was in the family business and when they tried to work anywhere else they were rejected because the world is stupid and vastly prejudice.

A smile suddenly lit Brady's face. "You could work in La Push," he said.

"La Push has a bike shop?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No but we have a mechanic shop and I happen to work there along with the rest of the guys-most of which you have already met," he said. "And there aren't many places who do motorcycles and stuff and we can do some stuff but none of us really know too much about them. I'm sure if you can prove yourself to the guys you could at least start part time there or something…," he trailed off thoughtfully.

"You think you could really talk them into it?" I asked hopefully. I would love working on bikes all day.

He nodded. "Yeah, I probably could," he said, sounding completely honest.

I practically flew off the picnic table and tackled him into a hug. "Thank you Brady!" I said, kissing his cheek as he laughed and squeezed me back.

"Hey, I helped with the idea. Don't I get even a little credit?" Derek asked. I rolled my eyes and gave him a quick hug because he's my brother and I kind of had to. "So, ready for some jumps? I hate all this serious stuff, it's weird," he said, shivering dramatically.

"Let's do it," I said, pounding his fist and pulling Brady off the picnic table. "Are you going to watch me?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yep, but if you hurt yourself you're going to be in trouble," he said, tracing my stitches again with his thumb.

"I promise I would injure myself in any way," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"Good," he said, glancing behind me and towards Derek who was standing by the head of the trail and looking around curiously.

"What're you looking at?" I called after him.

"Check this out," he said, waving us over. Brady took my hand and we both quickly walked over. Just on the other side of the little path thingy it looked like it was kind of an abandoned construction sight and there were old boards and huge piles of dirt everywhere.

"Freak'n awesome," I muttered.

"Yeah. No wonder Dad wanted us to go this way," Derek said. "Hurry, grab your bike," he said, pushing me away from Brady and making me stumble slightly.

"Pushy," I muttered, walking over to my bike as they both laughed at me. Some brother-some boyfriend. Jeez. Am I just here to amuse them?

I hopped on my bike and smirked as I revved the engine and zoomed over to them, making them jump opposite directions as I rode right in between him and towards a huge, slightly muddy, hill. I flew over the hill, dirt spraying behind me as I flew up in the air and easily did a Can Can-one of the first tricks I learned how to do. I set myself right seconds before landing and tore through the construction sight, jumping and sliding around, purposely whipping my bike around to spray mud everywhere. This has got to be one of the coolest 'courses' I've ever ridden.

When I was done-I'm not sure how long I was messing around but it was a while-I pulled up in front of Derek and Brady and jumped off my bike excitedly. "That was freaking awesome," I said happily, slightly breathless from the adrenaline that pumped through my veins.

Derek grinned at me proudly and I looked at Brady who was staring at me open-mouthed. "You okay in there?" I asked with a raised eye brow.

He blinked and shook his head slightly. "I knew you were good but I didn't think…I mean you were just…holy shit Andrea," he finally said, his complete astonishment showing clear as I grinned happily.

"Well, I'm glad you think it was cool," I said happily.

Then I looked back at Derek and he smirked and folded his arms, widening his stance slightly. "You did it," he accused.

"So?" I said easily. Yeah, I did do it but it was just so easy knowing…that Brady was watching me. Yeah, that sounds kind of pathetic but do I care? No.

"So, you did it!" he said, more enthusiastically this time.

Brady looked between the two of us, clearly confused. "What did you do?" he asked.

"She did the Double Grab-even though I told her not to-but still. You frigging did it," Derek said, crushing me into a hug. Yep. This is how Derek and I bond.

"Wait. That's the demon jump that practically killed you?" Brady spluttered, immediately wrapping his arms protectively around me.

"I would say demon," I said, smiling to myself at how cute and worried he is.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to be very upset if you're at all damaged in any kind of new way," he said, looking pointedly at the scratches and bruises and stitches and all that before continuing, "at the Welcome Back Dance."

I raised my eyebrows as Derek smirked at me. "The dance?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, you're coming with me," he said certainly.

"And when was this decided?" I asked curiously-not that I minded.

"The second I saw you at the mall, duh," he said, as if it was obvious as I grinned happily at him. Aw, that's so cute.

"Okay, but that may require some stealthy climbing out of the window and into trees so I can sneak out action in there somewhere," I told him. I still felt extremely guilty about not being able to act like a normal boyfriend and girlfriend with him on a regular basis.

He grinned slyly. "I think I can handle that," he said easily. I glanced over at Derek again-not being able to help myself. My smile got even wider as I watched his eyes dart back and forth between the two of us with a grin on his face. My big brother approves of my secret boyfriend, the people who don't know about Brady and I are still completely unawares, and I am the happiest I have been in a while…and I might have a job sort of. Thinks in this little town are sure looking up. Who needs California when you can be stuck in the rain with a really hot, adorable guy who tends to 'forget' to wear shirts? No one. That's who.

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