Never been more sorry for anything in my life for not updating this sooner, guys! Next chapter is honestly coming in like two days, I'm on a roll. :)

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I feel calmer having Jordan here.

His presence is making me realize that I don't need to be scared all the time. I still don't want to see Brady, at school I've been avoiding him like the plague, but I'm not shaking and avoiding his path 24/7.

And that's not the best part about these past few days – the house is ready. That's why Jordan came down, to tell me face to face. No more living in the Orphanage, no more kids crying for their parents who won't turn up, Jordan says. But leaving the Orphanage will be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Leaving Alex, leaving my old life behind, will make me feel unbalanced. I've vowed to visit every single day after school. I can't have the kids thinking that another person has abandoned them.

Besides that, I'm excited. An actual life with my brother, a chance to be like everyone else in La Push outside the Orphanage, will be like hot chocolate on a winter's day to me. Much-needed, sought after, and cosy.

As for Rachel, I haven't gotten any closer to finding out what's made her pull back from me so much. At first I thought it was something I had done, that I had repelled her with all my 'Brady's coming, hide!' moments, but then I realized that it had nothing to do with me. I can tell there's something she's keeping from me. And all I know is that she and Seth are frequently seeing each other. She insists they're not dating, and I believe her, but there has to be something more to it than simply new-found friends meeting up.

And now I'm sitting here in my new room at the new house, on the wide windowsill staring out the window with my phone in my hand, when just under five minutes ago she had bailed on me by text for the cinema and saying that she and Seth were going out at seven tonight.

An idea clinches in my head. With my eyes going wide, I realize that I can find out what on earth she's up to. By following her...

I know what you're thinking. That I'm being nosey. But there's a fine line between nosey and concerned, and I have definitely concerned bordering on flat-out worry. That look she and Brady shared a few days ago when we walked away from him is still fresh in my mind, making nothing add up. Rachel knows something about Seth, maybe even about Brady and the people at the bonfire, and I intend to find out what it is as I'm scared that the longer I don't at least try and find out, the longer she might think that I don't care.

I bite my lip slightly as I throw on my converse and a hooded jumper, wondering if this is such a good idea. Kayla George, turning all spy on her best friend. Jordan's out with some of his friends from Port Angeles, so I can't ask him for advice, but now I guess I have no choice but to go with my instinct.

After sprinting down the stairs, I hurriedly scribble a quick note for Jordan to tell him that I've gone out for a little while, then quietly leave through the front door.

It feels rather dangerous, like I'm a burglar or something. I have to stick to the shadows in case anybody sees me walking to Rachel's. I have to be quiet and walk quickly. And to be honest, I quite like it, a little bit of adventure.

If she finds out, I'm dead.

I don't quite know what I'm doing right now. Seth showed up at Rachel's house about a half hour ago, looking like a complete weirdo as he literally beamed when he laid eyes on her.

So after twenty or so minutes of me scrabbling over twigs and darting behind trees like I had ants in my pants, they finally stopped at the edge of the forest. And that's where I am right now.

I thought it looked at lot like the clearing where they had the bonfire last time, but it wasn't. I knew for a fact that this place is directly inbetween La Push and Forks – kind of a no-mans-land. All the logs are laid out exactly like before however, the fire just as aflame and lighting up everyones faces. But one change I see, while kind of having a mini-heart-attack, is that Brady looks absolutely terrible.

And when I say terrible, I mean terrible. There's just no... light in his eyes anymore. Like something was taken away from him. I can see Sam pat his bulky, muscled shoulder and murmur calmly in his ear, and I have this sudden feeling to go to him. It's like when a light goes on – SNAP, I want to hug Brady.

Then everything comes rushing back and I feel ridiculous standing there peeking over a large tree stump at some people.

Maybe Rachel has just found some new best friends, and she doesn't want me anymore. Maybe she just doesn't know how to say it. She looks so happy here; her face is glowing, and not just because of the fire. No, she belongs there. I know she does. She's always wanted something weird to happen to her, something weird and wonderful that would give her boring life a kick in the backside, and now she's got it. And you can't get weirder than a bunch of testosterone-filled boys around a bonfire with one of them staring at you like you're the most amazing thing he's seen.

Sadness fills me. I wish I could be like Rachel. I want to be happy for her, that she's so alive and comfortable like I've never seen before, but somehow I can't. Maybe it's because I don't know the full story of what's making her so happy.

I watch with wide eyes for a little while longer as they all sit around and laugh – all except Brady.

Then suddenly, something changed.

I don't quite know what I did. I think there was a sudden breeze in the air. But my hair blew softly back a little from my shoulders as I watched with bated breath. I hardly noticed. But apparently, Brady did.

I've never seen a head snap up so fast. It honestly took a millisecond for his head to dart up and look in my direction. Like a tiny rabbit, I squeaked and tried to duck down, but it was too late. Brady had already seen my white blond hair and massive doe-like eyes.