Sorry for the late update ! My computer/internet has been down for a while, so I was writing the story down in my phone.. Let's just say I won't be doing that again. It took me forever to type it out again on the computer ! Once again, sorry the lateness & Enjoy !

SPOV

Nessie started bouncing again after Photography, and all through Spanish. I thought she would stop once the lunch bell rung, boy was I wrong.

"Come on Sky!" Nessie grabbed my jacket sleeve, and literally dragged me all the way down to my locker.

At the time, I hadn't bothered to ask how she knew where it was.

Brady wasn't there when we arrived. Which meant I had let my heart pound all the way to my locker for no reason.

Nessie seemed to see my disappointment and smiled.

"Hurry Skylar," she prodded me. I sighed and pulled out my lunch bag, once I was done, I thought we would go to Nessie's locker, and she would pull out some gourmet lunch. Instead, we went straight to the cafeteria. Nessie didn't even line up to buy a lunch.

In the cafeteria, Nessie led me to a table that was almost already full of people.

Chloe, Brendon, Nick and Ashlee were there. There was also a boy I didn't recognize, he was sitting beside Brady.

I stood there for a while, just staring at Brady. The boy beside him looked up at me. I was sure I would get called out for staring, instead, he smiled.

"Hi, I'm Collin," Brady scowled at him. "You're Skylar, right? Brent's sister?" I nodded. Collin grinned. "Brady here hasn't stopped talking about you all day," Brady pulled Collin back down in his seat. "What did I say?"

I could feel my face reddening, so I quickly took my seat beside Renesmee.

"Why are you so red?" Nessie asked, a slightly amused smile on her face.

I shook my head and opened my lunch bag. It wasn't leftovers, like I expected.

There was a turkey and cheese sandwich though, a juice box and a bowl of grapes. There was also another small container, but it wasn't see-through so I had to open it. When I did, the most wonderful smell filled the lunch room.

I smiled. Leftovers.

"Wow, that smells good," I looked up and met Brady's curious gaze. I looked down.

"My mum's a wonderful cook," I muttered, slowly biting into the sandwich.

It was good; of course I had trouble concentrating on it. Especially with Brady staring holes into the top of my head.

I finished the sandwich and took out the juice before looking at Brady again.

"What?" I asked, sticking the straw into the juice.

Brady smiled.

"Nothing," I watched him through narrow eyes as I lifted the straw to my lips. "Just wondering if you wanted to go to the beach with me,"

I almost choked on the juice I was drinking.

"What?" I spluttered once I managed to swallow.

"It won't be a date or anything, if that's what you're worried about," I looked down, Brady paused. "Brent should be there too," I stiffened in my seat.

"I'm sorry Brady, but I don't think..." I shut my lunch bag then I looked up at Brady and sighed. "I don't think Brent would let me go,"

"Oh," I gave him an apologetic smile.

"I really do want to go, it sounds like fun. But Brent is very..." I looked away, frowning.

"Protective. I know, I've heard," I glanced sharply at Brady, but he was looking away.

"Skylar?" I turned slowly to look at Nessie. "Lunch is almost over," she glanced at Brady. "We should get our stuff," I nodded, getting up.

Brady didn't say anything as Nessie and I left the cafeteria. And that was all I could think about as we walked slowly towards our lockers. Nessie was talking to me, at a rapid speed, but it all seemed to go in one ear, and out the other. I didn't pay much attention to her until she stopped abruptly by the stairs.

She bit her lip and looked at me.

"What is it," She looked down guiltily.

"I'm actually leaving early, I'm not staying the whole day," she whispered. I nodded.

"That's fine," Nessie looked up at me skeptically. "Really Nessie, I'll be fine on my own," Nessie seemed to force a smile.

"If you say so," she waved and went up the stairs. I took a deep breath, and headed towards my own locker,

The hallway my locker was in was vacant, which meant I could argue with my locker in peace.

I had finally gotten my locker open- by myself- when Brady decided to make an appearance. I continued to rummage through my locker, determined not to give him any attention.

"I'm sorry," he said. I ignored him, and used my locker door as a barrier between us. "Skylar?" My breath caught.

"Yes," I didn't look at him, I was woozy enough.

"I really am sorry. I'm not sure what I did wrong, but I'm still sorry," I took a deep breath, before shutting the locker door and looking Brady straight in the eyes.

It took a few seconds, but eventually, I was able to speak.

"You didn't do anything,"

Clutching the shoulder strap of my bag, I walked past him.

"But you're mad at me, right?" I jumped; I hadn't heard Brady following me.

I stopped and turned to look a t him. We were in a main hallway now, and a lot of people were there. I was painfully aware of all the eyes watching me.

"My relationship with my brother is very personal and complicated. I don't take others speaking of it lightly," Brady stared at me, not saying a word. I'm not even sure if he was breathing.

After a while, I turned again. Brady still followed me, but he did so in silence.

I stopped outside the room that, according to my schedule, was the Biology lab. Brady was still behind me.

"You should go to class," I muttered. Brady smiled.

"I am," He walked passed me and into the classroom. I sighed. Of course.

"Miss Bronson?" I nodded at the teacher. She smiled shyly at me.

The teacher was older, maybe in her late forties. She had shoulder length red, graying hair. "I'm Mrs. Grace," I smiled at her.

"Skylar, nice to meet you Mrs. Grace," she nodded the smile still in place.

"Welcome to the class. You're probably a bit behind, but you seem like a bright girl, I have no doubt that you'll catch up," I grinned. Wow, a teacher who didn't automatically associate me with my brother.

"Thanks Mrs. Grace," she nodded again and gestured toward the only empty seat in the room, the one beside Brady.

I grimaced.

"Hey, I'm not that bad," Brady whispered as I sat down.

"Yeah, but you are pretty annoying," Brady gasped, acting shocked.

"Ouch, there goes my ego," I pursed my lips together and rolled my eyes, focusing on the front of the room.

After about five minutes, I realized how "behind" I really was. I sighed, and stared up at the ceiling. Brady seemed to sense my boredom.

"Already did this, didn't you," I winced, but Brady hadn't asked in an "OMG, she's such a nerd" type of way. He seemed to really care about my previous education.

"Yes," I sighed. Brady smiled and pulled a blank piece of paper out of his binder. I watched him curiously.

He smiled at me again before pulling out a pen. Using his arm to hide the paper from me, Brady began scribbling furiously across the paper. I waited as patiently as possible for him to finish.

Brady glanced at Mrs. Grace; her back was turned, before sliding the folded piece of paper across to me.

I grabbed it quickly, pulling it under the desk.

I know that you don't really think I'm that annoying. I mean, you sat beside me, right? So, bored in biology? Cool stuff. Feel like ditching? I know a great place by the beach...

I drew in a sharp intake of breath.

I looked up, to make sure the teacher wasn't watching, before I pulled out my pink pen.

You wish I didn't think you that annoying. And you and I both know I had no choice but to sit with you. I'd rather sit on the floor. And yes, leaving this class wouldn't be that bad...with anyone but you. But if you could get me out, I may reconsider...

I folded the paper, and tossed it into Brady's lap. He opened it, scanned it for a few seconds and scribbled a quick note on the paper.

He gave it back in a matter of seconds.

I was a bit offended that he had put so little effort into the note, but I read it anyway.

I know you think I'm hot.

I gagged. Like out loud gagged.

The whole class grew silent. And then, to top it all off, I broke into a fit of coughing.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Brady raise his hand.

"Mrs. Grace, I don't think Skylar is feeling well, do you think I could take her home?" I glanced at the teacher, she seemed confused. Looking at the board, I realized she had just been speaking about hormones, and how different people had different ways of showing/satisfying their hormones... I could feel my face turning bright red, the coughing got worse.

Pretty soon, I'd be turning purple.

"Yes Brady, I think that would be the best idea..." Brady gathered both mine and his stuff together, before gently taking my arm and pulling me to my feet. His touch sent shocks through me.

I continued coughing up until we made it out of the school.

"I do not," I protested once I was able to breathe properly. Brady laughed, still holding all my stuff. He had somehow shoved all his things into the backpack now slung over his shoulder.

Brady led me through the parking lot and stopped at a faded blue Honda.

"It got you out of class," he pointed out as he unlocked the passenger door. The door opened with a dull creak and I got in. Brady placed my bag in my lap before rounding the car to the driver's side. "And you probably do," I scowled as Brady started the car.

"In your dreams," I looked out the window. It was unusually sunny that day.

Brady chuckled, his laughter fading into an awkward silence.

"So, do you actually want to go home, or do you want to go to the beach?" I continued to stare out the window as I thought about my answer. I felt that I owed Brady; he had gotten me out of Biology...

"We can go to the beach; if you really want to..." Brady's grin lit up the car.

"Awesome, you'll really like it Skylar, I promise," Brady continued to grin like an idiot the rest of the ride to the beach. We arrived five minutes later. And before I could even get out of the car, I knew Brady was right. I did love it.

"See," Brady was watching me smugly from the driver's seat. He smiled once he met my gaze, and got out of the car. I stayed where I was, afraid that if I moved, the scene before me would disappear.

"You coming," I hadn't noticed Brady opening my door. I nodded slowly and got out of the car, taking my bag with me.

Brady led me down to the crescent shaped beach. It was even more beautiful up close.

Brady put his hands in his pockets and squinted out towards the sun.

"Pretty, isn't it," I stared at him, a trifle shocked, 'Pretty' didn't even begin to cover the beauty of this place.

"It's glorious," I muttered. Brady laughed.

"Well, in comparison to other things, it's not that great," I raised my eyebrows in shock. What could possibly be more beautiful than this?

That's when I realized that Brady was staring at me.

Oh.

My face reddened and I looked away. "I should get home..." I muttered after a long silence. Brady nodded.

I turned and stared to head back towards the parking lot. I stopped after a few steps and looked behind me.

"Brady was still standing where I'd left him, watching me. I stared back, and noticed for the first time that Brady had bright green eyes. Bright green eyes that were now going over every aspect of my body.

A bit self-conscious, I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What?" Brady smiled slightly at me and shook his head.

"Nothing," He took a step towards me. My breathing hitched and I froze on the spot. "Skylar..." He reached out towards me, like he wanted to touch me. Part of me wanted to push his hand away and make a run for it. Another part of me longed for his fingertips to brush gently across me cheek...

But Brady lowered his hand, smiling apologetically.

"Let's go," Brady walked by me, his arm brushing mine. It took me a while, but eventually, I was able to follow Brady back to his car.

Brady was already buckled in when I arrived, waiting for me.

In a half daze, I managed to get myself into the car safely.

It was a quiet ride to my house.

Brady and I didn't say anything until he pulled up in front of my house.

He turned to me, smiling.

"Skylar,' he said again, in the same tone as before. He leaned towards me.

My brain told me to back away, to get out of the car as quickly as possible. The rest of me ached to close the short distance between us. I bit on the inside of cheek to restrain myself from giving in to the latter want.

I waited for Brady to continue, but he just continued to stare at me.

"Yes?" I said after a while. Brady pulled away, looking apologetic.

"See you tomorrow," I blinked.

"Right," I got out of the car slowly, not sure how light headed I would be,

As I walked to the front door, I didn't turn to wave. Once at the door though, I couldn't help but to glance over my shoulder. Brady was gone.

I opened my bag and started to sort through it, muttering to myself about how I should really keep my keys closer at hand.

The door swung open though, like it had before.

Except it wasn't mum's grinning face that I looked up at.

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