Sorry for the late update, my internet was down (again!) I was forced to steal my sisters DSi to read reviews and once again, condemned to type on my phone...But I've finally typed out chapter six! So, enjoy!(:
Disclaimer: I do not (and never will) own Twilight (:
SPOV
Oh my God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD.
I ran back inside before the…sight in front of me became permanently imprinted in my mind.
First thing I did, childishly enough, was try and wash the image out of my mind. I literally took water and tried to cleanse my eyes for ten minutes.
When I realized how pointless and stupid that was, I tried to do other things to distract myself.
I tried homework, but that only brought up school. And I had school the next day, which I would spend two periods with Brady... Which made me want to throw up.
Oh God. Where was Brent? And mum? They should be here in my time of need! Someone needed to be here!
Be careful what you wish for was a saying that I had heard many times before, but never really thought much of. I regret my old ignorant self.
Someone cleared their throat in the doorway of my room.
"A-are you okay?" the person asked when I didn't look up.
I almost jumped out the window.
"What are you doing here?" I still didn't look up. Oh please let me be dreaming. Please let him not actually be standing in my room.
"I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay..." I still didn't look up.
"I'm fine," I replied. Please leave now, I begged silently in my head.
"O-okay, if you're sure. I'll just go now. Bye Skylar." I stared blankly at the window.
"Bye." I counted slowly to ten before I looked at the door. He was gone, thank goodness. But now I had a voice to put to the image…
I shuddered. Good Lord, what had I gotten myself into? How was I supposed to go back to school tomorrow? Maybe I wouldn't…I could feign an illness, a fever maybe?
I got up from my desk, walking over to lamp on my bedside table. That could work.
I turned it one and went to find a thermometer.
Instead, I found my older brother, leaning against the wall outside my room. He was still a bit damp from the always wet grass outside. His hair was still matted against his forehead and bits of it were sticking up.
"Brent." I quickly averted my eyes to the floor.
"Skylar." Brent followed me to the kitchen and then to the bathroom.
"Why did you let him in here?" I couldn't help the anger that seeped into my words. How could my so called "over protective" brother let a boy into the house? Into my room?
"He had to." Was my brother's brilliant reply.
"He had to," I repeated shaking my head. "What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Brent sighed, taking the thermometer from me.
I frowned; I had just found that…
"He needed…" Brent looked away, searching for the right words. He put the thermometer on a shelf I'd have to climb the counter to reach.
I scowled.
"He needed something from you, and hopefully, you provided what you needed." Brent nodded to himself, proud of his words.
"That makes no sense," I stated flatly, pushing past him.
I stormed down the hallway; meaning to run up the stairs and into my room, but Brent caught my arm before my dramatic exit could take place.
"You can't ignore him forever," he murmured, releasing my arm.
"W-what?" I stared wide eyed at my brother, holding my arm to my chest.
He shrugged.
"Just give him a chance, talk to him."
I couldn't believe it. My brother was pretty much telling me to got flirt with a guy I had just seen too much of in my back yard. That was wrong. Immoral even.
"Oh my God Brent! You want me to speak to him? After that?" I knew my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets by this point. Brent was just being ridiculous.
Brent's hazel eyes stared back at me calmly, waiting for me to calm down.
I sighed.
"At least promise me you'll go back to school tomorrow." I nodded before turning and running up the stairs. I Slammed the door once safely in my room. The mirror shook along with door as my breathing slowly returned back to normal.
And then, almost as shakily as the mirror, I sank to the floor.
Why did this have to happen to me? And to think I was actually beginning to (sort of) like this guy...
Not that he wasn't-impressive in all his naked glory, I just wasn't expecting so much...
A knock at the front door woke me from my far from clean day dreams. I glanced at the window, when had it become so dark out?
"Skylar," Brent called from downstairs. I got up slowly, taking deep breaths.
I looked over the railing before descending the stairs, hoping for a glance of the visitor. I couldn't see anyone, so I began my slow walk down the stairs.
I almost ran back up when I got to the bottom.
"Please just leave me alone Brady," I almost groaned, my knees shaking beneath. Was he trying to kill me from embarrassment?
If possibly, Brady looked more miserable than I felt.
"I-I need to talk to you." He stared at his shoes as he said this, refusing to look at me. Maybe he was just as embarrassed as I was. I mean he was the one that was actually naked...
"Please, just go," I begged again, desperately trying to remove images from my mind.
Brady shook his head stubbornly, before glancing up at me with pleading eyes.
"I can't." Those two words alone were enough to send shivers, butterflies, shocks, chills, lightning through me. And I had no idea why. I was repulsed by the very thought of him, and yet the words that came out of his mouth had the power to send my heart into overtime.
"I, you, please." I sat down on the bottom step heavily, staring blankly at the boy who had so much power over me. I wasn't used to this feeling. I was used to being able to control my feelings. To not leaving, myself vulnerable...
Besides, I barley knew him!
His locker was next to mine, and I had a few classes with him. That was it. That was everything in my life that had even the slightest connection to Brady Campbell.
Yet...
I groaned, letting my head fall into my hands. What was wrong with me?
"Can I?" I heard him ask. I didn't answer, let Brent decide.
I felt someone sit beside me. The door closed.
"I know that you have a lot of questions..." I flinched. I did, most of them asking why in the world he was fighting with my brother, naked no less.
Brady ignored me and continued talking, oblivious to my internal rant.
"I know that I've ruined everything in terms of us ever being friends, but Skylar..." His voice faded out. The only thing I could hear was his voice calling my name, over and over again. Skylar, Skylar, Skylar...
"Skylar? Can you hear me?" On pure instinct, I looked up to find the source of the voice. I found Brady and for the third time in my life, I got lost in his eyes.
Why was he here again? And why did I feel the urgent need to run away?
I looked away, getting up from my place beside Brady. I looked around me, a bit disoriented.
"Skylar," Brady said again, touching my arm lightly. I flinched and took three steps away from him.
Now I remembered.
"Brady," I started and his expression visibly lifted. "Please, just leave me alone, please." Brady's expression froze.
"O-okay, if that's what you want. Uhm." He looked at me one last time with big, helpless eyes. "Bye Skylar.' I nodded and gestured slightly towards the door.
He looked hurt, and abandoned and empty. But I would never be able to look at him the same way, if at all, again.
"You're just going to give up?" I heard Brent growl at Brady. I started walking up the stairs, deciding I didn't want to hear anymore. "Skylar, hold on a sec." I stopped at the sound of Brent's voice. What now? "Brady, don't you have something to say?"
"What? No, I was leaving..." Well that hurt. It was like he didn't care anymore, even though I had asked him to leave...
"Don't do this, you know it can't last long," Brent pleaded.
"She doesn't want me." Brady sounded even more hurt as he said the words. And that hurt me too, knowing that I was the cause of his pain.
Brent didn't answer.
Brady took that as his cue to leave.
I turned to go back upstairs. No one stopped me.
~MRS*SC~
BPOV
She hated me. She didn't want to see me. She didn't want to hear me. She couldn't stand to be near me.
My life was over. I had nothing to live for.
My imprint hated me.
I walked away from Skylar's slowly; decided I wanted to walk home. I didn't want to phase.
Didn't need the pack's pity. Or Paul's ridicule.
I shuddered, suddenly remembering why Skylar hated me so much in the first place.
I can't believe I fought with Brent. The stupid halfie had never gotten under my skin before...
And I didn't think of pulling on my shorts! I wasn't thinking when I tore them away from my ankle to give me more agility. I was so stupid.
I looked up, stunned. Somehow, during my self hate tirade, I had ended up back home. And somehow, Danie was standing on my porch.
"What do you want?" I didn't look at her as I opened the door.
"I come bearing a message." I scowled in the general direction of Danie's sarcastic voice.
"Well, what is it?" I asked, turning to block Danie from entering the house. She scowled at me.
"Collin asked me to tell you that he's switching shifts with you." I was oddly grateful for the message. Collin's shift was with Jacob and Seth. I could handle them.
"Thanks," I muttered, slowly closing the door. Danie stuck her foot out before I could close the door, causing me to reopen it. "What now?"
"What's wrong?" I was surprised by the concern in Danie's voice. I stared down at Danie's foot which was still in between the door and its frame.
"Nothing," I whispered.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just tell Collin that you're being all depressed." She smirked, she knew she had me.
I sighed, exasperated.
"Fine." I flung the door open, letting Danie in. She immediately made herself comfortable in the living room.
She waited for me far from patiently. She was definitely Collin's imprint.
"So? Tell me! It's about her isn't it?" Danie started questioning me the second I sat down on the floor.
"I had to chuckle a bit at the impatience in her voice. Then I remembered her questions.
I sighed. I could not believe I was about to tell her everything.
"Yeah, it's about her," I sighed. Danie grinned.
"Her name is Skylar, right?" I winced in response. Danie noticed.
"What did you do?"
"I might have fought with her brother,' I admitted, hanging my head.
"And," Danie said, her voice expectant.
"He tackled me right after I phased back..." I didn't continue.
"And she...saw you?" I nodded, suddenly embarrassed.
"Wow, you're stupid...Did you talk to her after that?" I nodded.
"She wouldn't talk to me though. She told me to go away, she told me to leave her alone, more than once. She begged Danielle." Danie winced, she hated it when we used her full name. Buts he was a good friend, she let it slide.
"Oh, well, she didn't say she hated you, did she?" I shook my head. "Then you still have a chance." I shook my head again.
"But Collin said…" I looked away.
"Collin was being stupid; he didn't actually think she would..." Danie cut herself off, smiling apologetically at me. "I'm sorry Brady, I really am. But I have no idea how to get you out of this one." I shrugged, I appreciated her honesty.
"I know, I think I have to fix this one myself." She nodded.
"But seriously, don't listen to Collin; he has issues when it comes to thinking things through." Danie shook her head at her boyfriend's narrow-mindedness.
I smiled. "I know."
She got up, heading for the front door.
"Anyway, I gotta get going. It was nice talking to you, you know, without wanting it rip your eyes out." She winked, puling on her shoes.
I grinned. "Yeah, it was nice. Thank for listening Danie," I muttered the last part, not wanting it to go to her head.
It did anyway.
"Aw, you're welcome Brady, anytime." She hugged me before leaving, and then I was alone.
Or so I thought.
"Brady?" I frowned.
"Mom?" I turned and found her watching me. She was teary eyed, but has the happiest grin on her face.
"You imprinted," she stated, the smile growing wider. I smiled slightly in response. I had always known telling mom about the werewolf stuff was a good idea; I wouldn't have to keep secrets like the others.
I nodded, and the next things I knew, mom's tiny, fragile arms were hugging me and she was crying.
"Mom, why are you crying?" I couldn't help but smile though.
"I thought you would be alone forever! And now..." She grinned again, still clinging to me. "I have to meet her family! Invite them over for dinner!" My smile fell.
"Mom, I don't think that would be the best idea." Her arms fell to her sides. She stopped smiling; revealing the stress lines and wrinkles I had grown so used to.
"You haven't told her," mom accused. I shook my head. "When will you tell her?" Mom demanded, the tears returning, but for all the wrong reasons.
"Mom, I'll tell her when she's ready; I don't want to rush..."
"What you told Danielle... She doesn't like you, does she? You did something to her?"
"Mom," I began, knowing there was no point.
"Oh, Brady, you did! What did you do?" Mom frowned at me.
I rolled my eyes. "I got in a fight with her brother." I told her. No need for details...
"Brady, you're my only son, my only child. Don't let me die with no grandchildren." I looked down.
"Mom," I groaned.
"No, sweetie, I'm serious, you have to fix whatever you've done to hurt her. Please, for me," Mom begged. I had to agree. I would fix things with Skylar, fro my mom and for myself.
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