Aren't you violent readers? Wow, lotta haters with the cliffy guys. Haha. I've been really nice with updating this week-be thankful. Okay, so for all you La Push Series readers-which are all my imprint stories-I'm going to be working on No Shoes and What The Hell so I can catch everyone up. Okay? Okay.

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Chapter 14--Black Market

The next morning Derek left, just like he said. He left at four in morning so he could say goodbye to me and avoid everyone else. I felt honored.

I walked silently into the kitchen, not making eye contact with anyone. "Andrea-"

"-I don't want to hear it," I cut Mom off, grabbing an able and throwing it in my bag before walking outside. I was already going to be late-I couldn't really sleep much last night. Surprise, surprise.

I pulled into the school parking lot and parked my bike on the other side of where I usually parked-away from the boys. Best not temp it. I started walking towards the school, purposefully looking straight ahead. But I knew exactly where he was-I didn't even have to turn my head…but I did anyway. I met his brown eyes, staring at me with a tortured expression that I'm sure mirrored my own and gulped, trying to swallow my desire to run over to him. My eyes flickered to one of the only blonde heads in the parking lot who was staring at me with cold eyes and then I looked back at Brady. I sighed and looked down, hopefully he got what I was trying to say even though I couldn't tell him myself.

"Andrea! Andrea, what happened. Are you okay? Claire called me last night after you left," Megan said, running up to me, pushing multiple people out of the way so they would slam into their lockers. I would've laughed if this was any other day.

"I'm not allowed to talk to Brady anymore," I whispered so my voice wouldn't crack.

Her face deflated of any kind of hope that was there. "What?" she breathed.

"If I talk to him I have to move away," I told her. "And I can't move away from here and leave everyone behind. Besides, my brother's closer this way and he's trying to help me figure out how to get out of this mess," I said.

"Wait, why did your brother leave?" she asked, confused.

"He yelled at my parents last night and-even if he hadn't called my Dad an asshole-I'm sure they would've kicked him out in the morning anyway," I told her.

"Man…this sucks," she muttered under breath. "Wait, how're you going to tell Brady?" she asked, grimacing at the thought.

"Well, I can't-that's kind of my problem," I said, a bit harshly I admit but I can't really help it.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" she asked with a sad smile.

"Yeah, thanks," I said with a sigh.

"No problem. He'll understand you know," she said confidently as she took a couple of backwards steps before walking away.

"I really doubt that," I muttered to myself before slamming my locker shut.

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LUNCH

I. Hate. My. Life.

Here I was, sitting at the table alone as I had sat the first day. Well, Megan was going to be a little late so I wasn't technically going to be alone but whatever. I was sitting so I could face the table that Brady was sitting at, alone, just like me. We were both staring at each other from across the lunchroom and people were all starting to give us curious looks but we ignored them, just continued to stare each other. Megan had told him and he wasn't upset with me-just royally pissed off at me parents. Same with me.

I grabbed my notebook and took out a marker and quickly wrote on it, holding it up for him to see. I'm sorry.

He gave me a sad smile and grabbed his notebook and wrote something back, flipping it over for me to see. It's not your fault.

I sighed and wrote back. I miss you.

I miss you too.

"You two are adorable even through tragedy," Claire said as she sat next to me with a tray. "How're you holding up?" she asked cautiously.

"Not well," I admitted, resting my head on my arms and closing my eyes.

She rubbed my back comfortingly. "We're going to figure this out. I mean, it was all working out until recently-we just need to figure out how to get rid of…the problem," she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she looked over to the stuffed full table where Erika was probably sitting.

"Oh, we talking about the she-devil?" Megan asked enthusiastically as she sat down.

"Yep," I said, nodding slightly.

"Hey, it'll be alright," Claire said, trying to comfort me. "You're being way more brave than I would be in your situation," she told me.

Megan snorted. "Same here. I would rip her heart out and then sell it in the black market," she scoffed, making me crack a grin. At least I still have friends…just not my favorite one.

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BPOV

"I'm sorry Brady," Megan finished as we sat in our Chemistry class. I dropped my head in my hands. This is all my fault. If I hadn't asked her to go to the dance with me then we wouldn't be in this mess-and I could still hold her hand, and kiss her, and talk to her. "She still likes you, you know," she said quickly. "She's just as upset as you are-maybe even more. We're already working on a plan," she told me.

"Well, if you figure something out let me know," I mumbled dejectedly.

"You know, technically the punishment only holds until she's eighteen-when her parents don't have control over her life anymore. Her birthday is-"

"-July first," I finished for her with a sigh. I would never forget something as important as her birthday.

"Yeah. That's not that far away," she said.

"It's December," I pointed out blandly.

She sighed. "I'll keep you updated," she told me as the lunch bell rang.

"Thanks," I said. "And can you tell her…tell her I'm not going to give up," I said confidently.

Megan smiled. "I knew you deserved her," she said happily before walking out of the room. We better come up with a plan quick-I don't want to be the one who talks to her first and ruin everything myself just because I'm weak.

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APOV

It's been two days. Two of the most painful days of my life. Luckily, Seth, Claire, Vi, Collin, and Megan were being really good sports about being go-between people. They had been passing notes between Brady and I during school everyday, every passing period. I mean, it's nice to have even that much contact but it's not enough.

And then there are practices. Oh. My. God. This is the worst it's ever been. Four to five hours a day I'm jumping, turning, wiping out. I can focus on jack shit anymore and it's definitely affecting the way I ride. But of course my lovely Dad thinks I'm just acting up and biffing it on purpose. Yeah, because I want to sprain my knee.

There was a soft knock on my door just as I finished putting on my knee brace. "Come in," I mumbled begrudgingly. If it's Mom again with cookies to 'cheer me up' I'm gong to throw something.

The door opened the last person I expected to see walked in…well the second one I expected. The first would be Brady. "Hey," she said cautiously.

I glowered at her. "What do you want?" I asked dully.

"I wanted…to apologize," she said, looking down.

"Apologize for what?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"For everything. For always ratting you out to Mom and Dad," she said, sitting down on my desk chair. "I don't even know why I did it. I guess it's just because of all that jealousy but you need to understand that-"

"-Wait, what?" I asked incredulously. What did she say now? I seriously must've heard wrong.

She looked down, almost seeming ashamed of herself. "It's stupid really," she said quietly. "But, you've always been so good at motocross and I sucked, right away I knew I was never going to be good at it. But that first day…the first day you got right on and did a jump right after Derek. Dad was so proud and Mom was so excited. I know that Derek likes you best-you have more in common so it's definitely understandable," she said to herself. "But Dad pays so much attention to everything you do and the only way I ever knew how to get something and refocus the attention on myself I knew that I had to be Mom's version of the perfect child," she said.

"So I be really girly-and of course I love it. I mean, come on, just look at my shoes," she said happily. "Anyway, I just started to pay more attention to myself and go shopping with Mom. And then when you started breaking all the rules…it was the perfect opportunity to get what I want. And I know it was really selfish but I had to do it-it was too convenient," she said, mostly to herself.

"But then I saw you at lunch that first day…and I saw Brady at lunch. You guys are just so…in tune with each other. I don't know how to put it but you have no idea how bad I feel now. I feel completely horrible. I mean, I like messing with your life-I'm your sister so I'm allowed," she said with a slight laugh as I joined in a bit. That's true. "But I'm doing more than just mess with you…I completely destroyed you," she said, sounding disgusted with herself.

"What are you talking about Erika?" I asked. If this is a joke I'm not buying it.

"I just…you've been acting different lately," she said, sounding confused. "When we first moved here you actually seemed happier than I've ever seen you and now I know that's because you were dating Brady but now…you're completely miserable. And it's all my fault," she said, looking down shamefully.

"You were just trying to do what you thought best," I told her. Even though I might never forgive her for this…she's still my sister. No matter how many times I wished it wasn't true.

"No. I wasn't," she said, shaking her head. "I was just being daddy's little girl."

"But that's what you are," I said, my eyes wide. "You are daddy's little girl. You're his princess," I said mockingly.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I hate it when he calls me that," she muttered as I smiled slightly. So she's not as whacked out as I thought, eh? Life's full of miracles. "But anyway, I'm going to help you," she told me confidently.

I spluttered. "How?" I asked incredulously.

"I don't know-you're the smart one," she said, throwing her hands up. No denying that, I thought wryly.

"Can't you just…not tell Dad that I'm with Brady at school. I mean, that way, at least we have that amount of time to act like real boyfriend and girlfriend," I said. Not that that's much time at all but what can you do?

"And he's not going to find out?" she asked.

"He will if you tell him," I pointed out. Which, when I think about it, this could all be some trick to get us to move back to California. She hated it when we had to move from there. Shit, this is a set up-isn't it? "Do you miss California?" I asked her suspiciously.

She thought for a second. "Not really. I have just as many friends here and the shopping in Seattle is fantastic," she said as I rolled my eyes. Of course. "And I'm really liking Aaron too," she admitted sheepishly.

I tried not to glare at her for that one. "Well I'm glad you're having fun," I mumbled, looking down at my bedspread.

"Just do what you said Andrea. I promise I won't say anything. I have a lot to make up for," she said as she stood up.

I grinned up at her. "Thanks, you have no idea how much this means to me," I said.

"I think I can tell," she said, leaning down and giving me a hug which, for the first time in a long time, I could really return and really mean it. "You love him, don't you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side a bit.

I smiled and bit and nodded slowly. "I think I really do," I admitted.

She grinned widely. "Well, can you promise me one thing?" she asked suddenly.

My eye brows furrowed in confusion. "What?" I asked cautiously.

"Introduce me to him," she said. "I want to see if he's worthy of your presence," she said with a laugh before walking out of my room. I laughed and shook my head. We haven't been like this for years.

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NEXT DAY

I stomped down the stairs the next morning, shooting Erika a glare as I grabbed an orange off the table with she promptly returned. I heard our Mother sigh loudly just as Erika gave me a thumbs up under the table. I walked out of the house and then sprinted to my bike, bolting towards the school and going well over the speed limit. I skidded to a stop in the parking lot, just about all eyes flying to me as gravel and dust flew behind me. I jumped off my bike and ran passed everyone, sprinting towards the spot where everyone parks their bikes.

I saw three familiar figures all standing there but only one of them stood out. "Brady!" I yelled as I ran towards him. They all spun around and I connected eyes with Brady and launched myself at him. He wrapped his arm tightly around me and his lips found mine in about two seconds.

"What are you doing? Your sister's going to see us," he whispered as we pulled away, but didn't let me put any space between us. Good.

"Hey Andy. Brady," Erika's voice said to my right. We both looked over and Erika gave me a smile and wink.

I laughed and waved back to her before hugging Brady tighter. "She's not going to tell," I told Brady happily.

His entire face lit up. "Really?" he asked, a huge smile spreading across his face.

"Really," I said, ecstatic.

Brady kissed me again and then spun me around, completely ignoring all the stares we were getting from…well…the entire school really.

"I'm gonna go throw up now," Seth's voice said from behind me-but I could hear the ever present smile in it.

"Shove it Seth," Brady said, flipping him off over my shoulder. I just laughed. This couldn't get any better.

BAM! See? Look at that, she's not all bad. I mean, she's still gonna be kinda bitchy-I'm an author not a wizard-but Erika has good points in there. :D But don't worry my pretties, the drama isn't over! But it will calm down for a while in time to give us some fluff and lovely pack Christmas. Woop! REVIEW!!!!