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"He came to my house this morning and explained everything."

"Explained what though?"

Rachel and I are eating our lunch outside for a change, mostly due to rare sunshine we're getting. But I couldn't care less.

She's talking as if nothing happened last night. But I saw her face. I could tell that she was upset. Why is she trying to cover for him? Did he persuade her not to? Did he threaten her? That little bitch.

But I can tell, just by looking at her face, that she's not lying to me. It seems as if she's simply... had a change of heart. But how could she have had a change of heart over something that got her so upset? I'm very worried to say the least.

"How on earth did he know where you live?" I pester, frowning and staring at her.

"Somebody must have told him, it's really close to the school so people have probably seen me walk home! Anyway what does it matter?" she stares down at her strawberry milkshake, sipping through the white straw and not meeting my enquiring and worried eyes.

"Course it matters, you screeched and looked at him like he was an alien!"

"Look, I just misunderstood him okay? Now can we just leave it."

"No, we can't just leave it!" I snap.

"Kayla?"

Oh god, that voice again.

I hate the way I immediately look up. I should just keep my head down and eat my cheese sandwich, but somehow I can't. I feel Rachel stiffen next to me through my sudden... what shall we say... unease? Fear?

He's looking at me that way again. Like I'm the only thing in the world keeping him from going nuts, which is just plain weird. I'm yet again freaked out... and somehow feel a piece of that inside myself.

I gulp, even though there's no food or drink in my mouth. Help me, JESUS.

He looks unbelievably hot today. I try and make myself not notice, but I do. He's got this checked shirt on that makes his arm muscles look unbelievably hot and his hair is all tousled and flapping about in the wind. Shut up, Kayla. Move on.

"I was wondering if-" Brady cuts off, looking away for a second and breathing and gulping almost unnoticeabley as if to calm himself, "-if you would let me explain to you... everything."

Now it's my turn once again to gulp.

"Sorry, Brady, I'm busy," I croak. Dammit, if there's a time to not croak it would be now, Kayla!

"How about-" before he can suggest another time, with that weird googly eyed look at me, the bell rings. Oh, thank you bell. I've never been so glad to hear a more horrible sound in my life.

I mumble a croaky and uncomfortable 'sorry' as Rachel and I rush past him to get to Chemistry. I might be mistaken, but I think I can see, out of the little corner of my eye, a secret look pass between Rachel and Brady. What on Earth did Seth say to her? Some crappy bull over why he scared the wits out of her last night? For some reason, my gut is telling me that it may have something to do with the possible look between Rachel and Brady in that moment.

The rest of the day passes without any horrible events. I bump into Chloe a few times though, avoid her eyes, then walk past her. I haven't spoken to her yet. I know I might have to though.

Brady. Oh God, Brady. He looks so mega hot today, just rubbing it in my face. Part of me wishes that he would just leave me alone, but the other wants him to come closer to me. I'm so confused! I have no idea what he wants with me, and I don't know what bothers me the most – that I don't know what it is, or that I even care.

At the end of the school day, I'm standing under the deserted school's sheltering reception and tugging my purple hoody round my small body to create as much warmth as possible. It's raining, soggy, and windy – the most common weather in La Push. And it's four now, school let out at half three so I've been waiting for Rachel to get her bottom here for a half an hour. I sigh, a strange expression on my face. Where the hell is she?

My phone vibrates. I dig it out of my pocket with wet fingers and try and stop droplets of rain seep onto the screen. When I see it's a message from Rachel, I feel my heart leap, trying not to imagine the worse.

Sorry, mum is giving me a surprise lift home! She needs to rush off to the shops so we can't give you a lift babes! I'll make it up to you! Love ya xxx

Great. I sigh shakily, putting my phone back in the pocket and imagining the long and wet walk back to the Orphanage that I now face. Fantastic. Walking home in the rain, with my why-is-my-life-so-unhappy thoughts. Suddenly I feel the urge to cry again, but manage to repress it.

I feel like a small, soaking wet squirrel as I tug my hoody closer to me and walk down the steps and start my walk home. I don't have a cool walk, either. Rachel says that my walk is 'cute'. It's not a waddle or a childish walk, but somewhere in between. I don't know why this suddenly matters to me, maybe I'm just imagining the way that I look to people.

The instant I hear a car draw up next to me, I instantly think 'oh my God, rapist' – don't deny it, you do it too. I gulp, suddenly feeling like a little five-year-old girl again, and hastily look behind me. When I see who it is, I gulp again. And not a fearful gulp, more like a heart-throbbing gulp.

"Come on, I'll give you a lift."

"No, it's okay, I can walk," I quickly say, turning back round again and praying that he won't say anything else.

"Kayla, I won't take no for an answer. Just let me drive you home," that googly-eyed look is back. Oh God, how do I get out of this one? Oh God, oh God, oh God, just kill me now.

I want to scream when I realize I can't. I gulp sadly, bracing myself as much as I could, then slowly got into the open car door and shut it again.

I suddenly feel tiny. These seats are so big that you could fit a bear on them and still have room for a cup-holder. The seatbelt feels long as I tug it over me and place it in the lock and try and keep my eyes away from the driver.

I feel Brady's eyes on me, and once I meet them, feeling so small, I somehow can't look away.

"So, uh, to the Orphanage?" he asks, seeming distracted from his words by me, and there's a considerable pause before he sputters out the word 'Orphanage'. There's that slightly angry face again.

"Uh, yeah..." I mutter, trying to look the other way.

Even his hands look strong when he puts the car into gear, still watching me, and pulls out of the driveway and we drive in silence for a few seconds. I just want to crawl into a hole and die.

"About Chloe..." he says, gulping.

"Oh jesus," I whimper, suddenly angry.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to know, I'm not like that any more. And I don't even like Chloe. Didn't even know who she was till that night," he sputters, but his face shows that he thinks he's fighting a losing battle and he's noticed that he's saying the wrong words.

I decide that I should say something. My face suddenly feels all hot as I finally open my mouth.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about and I don't know why you're telling me this," I sputter, trying to look cool and aloof but, me being me, it obviously doesn't work.

Brady looks as if I've stabbed him in the gut, which I just don't get. He looks angry yet slightly sad at the same time, and I suddenly feel scared as I realize that no-one knows I'm getting a lift from him and we're already outside the tiny town's limits.

"A few girls told me that you liked me," he says after a pause, eyes sternly on the road with a grim mouth. He looks scary.

My cheeks flame up in embarrassment and I really want to cover my face with my hands to hide my terror. This is exactly what I was afraid of – the school's most popular guy finding out that I liked him. The end of my life. Liked as in past tense right now. I've got too much to worry about to dwell on my feelings for Brady. But I certainly don't want to like him, and I just feel embarrassment right now.

"Well, they're wrong," I sigh shakily, looking out the window.

I can feel almost the entire car starting to shake when he does. Now I'm really scared. And when I get quite alarmed my fingers curl up into slight fists and I look very restless and blush like a tomato.

I'm alone in the car with him... and nobody knows where I am... shut up, Kayla's mind, just please.

"Sorry," Brady suddenly sputters. Can he tell that I'm scared? I don't want to look at him and check.

Oh thank God, we're just at the Orphanage now. Oh, I've never been so pleased to see it before in my life!

"Thanks for the ride," I mumble hurriedly, taking off my seatbelt and quickly opening the door at the same time. Get me out of here, get me out of here...

A warm hand lands on my arm, and I gulp. It's so warm and he's so close that I can smell his scent. I reluctantly turn my head towards him and our eyes meet.

Something is starting to hurt my heart again, I can feel his soft breath on my face. I hate being so... girly.

"I'm sorry for everything, I really am," is all he says after a long pause of looking deep into my eyes. He looks so sincere, yet I can't trust him. I can't trust anyone. There's that look again in his eyes – he seems so different to the popular, mean, girl-loving Brady of a few weeks ago, but I don't want to believe it.

But I can't believe the feelings I'm having right now as well, to do... something.

"Okay," is all I say, lamely, and climb out of the car, slamming the door behind me. The rain has stopped, thank God. I feel so small as it's a jeep and Brady's so tall inside it even sitting down. Feeling like a waddling baby penguin, I hurriedly scurry my way around the jeep and towards the Orphanage until I see someone standing outside in the attached garden to the left.

"Jordan!" I screech, beaming and completely forgetting about Brady and my blushing in fear.

He turns around and sees me. His eyes widen and he starts smiling.

"Hey, stranger, thought I'd surprise you!"

I run towards him, going 'eeeeeeep!' as I do, and throw myself into a hug with him.

I feel so intensely happy that I forget that Brady is still right over there as Jordan swings me around like a baby. He's the person that almost completely makes up for the awkwardness, horror, and fear that I just experienced with Brady! Jorrrrdddddddddyyyy!

"Hehehe," Jordan does his childish and happy giggle-laugh as he puts me down and gives me a big kiss on the forehead. Rare that he does that, he must have missed me or sensed my fear from miles away and just ran here like Superman. "How have you been, you little idiot?"

I don't answer. Instead I just go 'eeeeeeppp' and spin on the spot, clapping quickly. You see, any other sixteen-year-olds other than myself and Rachel would look strange and psycho if they do that. But it suits us. Yeah. And it's lovely.

Oh Jesus. Brady.

I suddenly remember about him and my smile disappears immediately and it suddenly seems like a dark cloud has come over my head. Jordan can sense it, I can tell. I feel sick again as I look over. Now, this is going to be awkward. Please Brady, just go away. Or say you have to leave. I don't want to introduce you. Hell, I don't want to even talk to you.

But when I look at him, I go into a state of confusion. He's standing out of the car, watching me and Jordan hug with his jaw and fists clenched, shaking. He looks like he's about to kill someone, and out of reflex I grip Jordan's arm a bit tighter.

"And who's this?" Jordan says, only half-politely. I can sense the steely venom in his tone cause he obviously doesn't like how Brady looks right now.

I want to just die right here. It's not that I'm worried about Brady, it's that I don't want Jordan to get worried about me. So there's a long, pregnant silence. It's scary actually, the look that Brady is giving Jordan. When I actually start getting worried about Jordan, I speak.

"Uh, Brady this is my brother Jordan. Jordan, this is Brady."

For a second, and out of the corner of my eye, I think Brady has a hidden look of relief on his face. He still looks slightly scary to me as he's standing on a slight hill and his muscles look... big.

"I've got something to show you," Jordan says to me. The look he just gave Brady is scorching. Dammit, so he remembers who he is.

I turn to Brady as Jordan walks away, looking back over his shoulder to watch me.

"Erm, thanks for the lift," I give him the tiniest smile I've ever given – I don't think I owe him all that much, even if he had just given me a lift home.

"Bye," Brady says, looking awkward yet he has that googly-eyed look in his eyes. As I turn away my heart feels like it might drop out.

Right, hating him is just easier. I will never speak to him again for what he did to me.

Not the best chapter but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. :S Xx