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BPOV
I was pretty proud of myself for getting Skylar to kiss me. I was proud of the courage I had to kiss her in the first place...
"Someone looks happy." I smiled at Collin, shrugging. "What happened?" Is hook my head.
Collin shrugged.
"Whatever, your business. Oh, hey, do you mind taking my shift for me?" I shrugged.
"When is it?" Collin looked away.
"Now..." I stared at him in silence.
"You're joking, right?" Collin shook his head, shrugging.
"I need to take Danie out today, but my shift is until like, three. So, yeah..." I growled. It was always about Danie.
Okay, well obviously. But it was never just us hanging out anymore. Wow, I sounded like a girl...
"Sorry, can't."
"Aw, come on! Just this once!" I shook my head. "It's not like you have anything better to do..." I growled. Okay, he was right. But I was tired of being the freakin' third wheel. It was always, 'that's okay, Brady won't mind doing this'. Not once since he imprinted did Collin ever think about anyone but Danie.
"How many times is it going to be just this once?" Collin didn't answer. "Exactly, so I'm just going to go. Tell Danie you'll take her out another time." I walked away.
"I thought you were supposed to have my back? I thought we were best friends?" I stopped. We were best friends. We'd been best friends before we could talk. We were best friends when we both phased for the first time too. Danie ruined that, and it was sad that Collin didn't realize that.
"We were, until Danie became everything, and until that changes, it's going to stay that way." I started walking again.
"At least I can talk to my imprint without having to worry about her running away." He called after me. I stopped again, my shaking barley under control.
I fought it though. "You know what? I'm not going to fight you, you're not worth it." I smirked. "And there is one advantage of being with Skylar; I'll never be whipped like you." I walked away again, glad that I had gotten the last word.
I took three steps before Collin tackled me. He punched me in the face three times before I could get my bearings.
"Take it back you bastard!" I shook my head, punching him in the gut.
I got up as he rolled off of me. I smirked as he slowly got up, glaring at me.
"Why should I? It's the truth, isn't it?" Collin lunged at me, punching me in the face over and over.
Don't get me wrong, I got a couple of good hits in too. I just made sure not to get his face. Danie was my friend, wouldn't want her to have me murdered.
Collin broke my nose three times before someone finally pulled us apart.
"What the hell are you two doing?" I hung my head immediately. It just had to be Sam to find us... "Well?" I didn't answer, neither did Collin.
I glanced up at him. Embry was holding him back. He had a black eye and swollen lip. Huh, I guess my aim wasn't so great...
He was smirking at me, which probably meant I looked pretty horrible too.
"I thought imprinting was supposed to make us happier. Not cold hearted assholes," he growled at me, ignoring Sam. I growled and started shaking again.
"Hey, calm down." So Paul was holding me back... Wait, what did he just say? This had to be irony at its best... Paul, of all people, had no right to tell me to calm down.
I laughed. "What? So does that make me the temperamental jerk everyone's annoyed by now?" No one answered.
I pulled my arms out of Paul's grip, readjusting my nose and wiping the blood off on my shorts.
"So the new jerk becomes known," I muttered, backing away. "Congrats Paul, now everyone's going to be talking behind my back, not yours." I kept backing away, my eyes never leaving Collin's.
I felt kind of bad, it wasn't entirely his fault. I guess it was just anger from Skylar resisting the imprint and Brent suddenly being on my case. Fighting with Collin was just my breaking point. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Brady, get back here now." I turned around, resisting the order.
"Yeah Brady, just run away. I'm sure Skylar would just love to have you stalking her outside her window." I growled, but kept walking. Nope, this was entirely Collin's fault.
Asshole.
SPOV
I woke up with a start. It was 3AM in the morning.
I groaned, rolling over in my bed. Why was I awake?
That's right, I suddenly felt as if someone had needed my help, like one of those fairy-god mother people.
Weird. Who would need my help at 3AM in the morning?
I turned my face into my pillow, screaming into it. It was too early! I had school the next day!
School. With Brady. I sighed. I didn't want to go, but I had to. I wanted to see him, I needed to see him.
But he was a werewolf.
But he was also my imprint.
But he was dangerous.
But remember the way he kissed you? He couldn't be that dangerous... I laughed at myself. This could go on forever, especially seeing that I was only really half aware of what was going on.
My phone vibrated underneath my pillow. I ignored it for a second, assuming I was dreaming. Because I mean, really, who would call me at three in the morning?
After I let it vibrate for half a minute, I finally picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Skylar? Shouldn't you be asleep?" I didn't answer for a second.
"If you assumed I would be asleep, why did you call me?" Jessie laughed.
"Because I miss you! I haven't talked to you in forever! Did you know it costs money to send texts out of country?" I sighed. That was Jessie for you.
"Yes, Jess, I did know that. You know it costs more to call, right?" She laughed.
"Of course! That's why I called collect, you don't mind, right?" I sighed.
"Of course not."
"Good! So, how's life in La Push?"
"Good, but there's no surfing..."
"No surfing? How have you survived?" I rolled my eyes. "But there are cute guys, right?" Cute guys made everything better with Jessie.
"Yes, cute, buff, guys." Jessie squealed.
"Sounds like you've become an expert! Who is he?" I opened my mouth and then closed it again.
"Who?"
"Oh come on, I know you better than that. That guy you probably woke up because of." She paused. "And the one you probably thought of the second I mentioned guys." I could hear the smile in her voice. She knew she was right.
I blushed.
"There is no guy," I said slowly, trying to convince myself more than I was Jessie.
"Tell me Sky! It's bad enough I never get to see you! At least let me have this!" I could just imagine Jessie pouting and that made me want to tell her everything.
"His name is Brady," I finally admitted.
"Sounds cute, tell me about him." I blushed again.
"Well, he's the biggest jerk I've ever met," I said matter-of-factly.
"Aw! You like him!"
"Jessie!" She laughed.
"You do! You've never called anyone a jerk! Well, except..." It was silent. "Whatever, enough about boys, let's talk about you." I frowned.
"What about me?"
"Skylar!" I panicked what now?
"What?"
"Your voice, your accent! It's disappearing! Now you sound even less Australian!" I rolled my eyes again. And here I was thinking something bad had happened.
"Wow, thank you Jessie."
"You know what I mean," she huffed. "Who have you been talking to? They're taking away your heritage!" I sighed.
"You realize I'm from here too, right?"
"That's besides the point! Skylar, you have to come and visit so I can re-Autstralianize you!" Something growled from outside my window. It must have been pretty loud too, seeing as my window was closed...
"I'll try, but Jess? I have to go; I'm not made of money."
"Oh, right! Of course, talk to you later!"
"Bye Jess." I hung up, and opened my window.
I squinted into the darkness. Something had to be out there. I took my flashlight from under my bed, flashing it into the yard.
"Brady?"
"Sorry, did I wake you?" I shook my head, knowing he could see me. He smiled, but something was off. I was too high up to really tell though.
"Hold on." I took my sneakers from beneath my bed. I opened my bedroom door slowly, looking both ways.
I felt like I was in one of those spy movies.
Every step on the staircase seemed to creak as I went down, and I was sure mum would hear me.
No one came out of her room though, and I was safe, for the moment. I quickly tiptoed through the hallway and past Brent's room.
It was a miracle he didn't come barging out.
The back door creaked too when I opened it, making me cringe as I slowly closed it behind me.
"What are you doing?" I turned and ran into Brady.
"Huh?" He was too close for me to think straight. He backed away, frowning at me.
"Why are you out of bed? Skylar, you have to go back." I shook my head, putting on my shoes.
I turned my flashlight on, so I could see his face properly. I was right, something was wrong; his face was covered in blood.
"Brady," I muttered, gently touching his black eye. He winced. "What happened?" He shook his head, lowering my hand away from his face.
"I'm fine."
"No you're not! You're covered in blood, what happened?" Brady sighed, looking away.
"I got in a fight with Collin," he finally muttered.
The first thing that came to mind was that they were fighting because of me.
"I'm sorry." He shook his head.
"Not your fault. Collin's being a jerk."
"I would help you clean up, but..." I looked back at the darkened house pointedly.
"That's okay, I can clean up later, but you need to go to sleep." He tried to push me back inside, but I stayed put.
"I can't leave you out here like this," I mumbled making Brady grin.
"What are you going to do then?" I sighed. I didn't know.
What could I do? I glanced behind me again, no one had woken up.
"I'm going to make you come inside." I grabbed his hand, ignoring the sudden butterflies in my stomach.
I didn't bother to be quiet as I turned on all the lights in the kitchen. Mum would understand. Brent was another story.
I led Brady to a chair at the dining table, making him sit down.
"Stay," I ordered, backing away towards the bathroom. I tried to be as quick as possible, but I wasn't really sure what I needed. I had never actually stuck with that first aid class...
Eventually I went back to Brady with alcohol, cotton swabs, cotton puffs and some bandages.
"What's all that for?" Brady whispered, frowning at me.
"It's to clean you up, all that blood is disturbing." I wet one of the cotton puffs with alcohol and started to gently rub off the blood.
Brady winced when I started to wipe down his chin. I frowned; obviously he had gotten hurt there.
I moved on to the rest of his face, avoiding his eye as much as possible. By the time I was finished, there was a pile of blood covered puffs on the floor.
I got a plastic bag and started to put them in it. I had to swallow back vomit a couple times. I really hated blood.
"You don't have to do this," Brady muttered as I was cleaning a gash on his chin.
"Don't talk," I mumbled, concentrating on not throwing up on him. I gave up eventually, when the wound started to heal itself. That was too gross. I found the biggest band-aid and carefully placed it over the cut on his chin. That way I wouldn't have to look at it.
"Thanks, but you seriously didn't have to do all that." I shrugged, looking down.
"That's okay; I wasn't getting much sleep anyway." I looked up and noticed that Brady's eye wasn't as bad as it was before.
I frowned.
"What's with that?" I asked, unconsciously leaning towards him to touch the area around his eye.
Brady shrugged. "Werewolf thing." I nodded. Of course.
"So, what did happen with you and Collin? I thought you two were best friends?" Brady laughed.
"Yeah, were."
"I'm sorry." I apologized, realizing my mistake.
He shook his head, smiling. "That's okay, you're right. Collin would rather be with his imprint than with me." I frowned.
"Are you saying you'd rather be with him than me?" Brady's eyes widened.
"No! No, I didn't mean it like that..." I laughed at his confused expression.
"Don't worry, I understand." I sighed as silence filled the room. "So, are you going to run off now?" Brady frowned.
"I kind of have to. I've got...work." He glanced warily at me before getting up. I got up too, following him to the door.
"Okay, just be careful. And don't fight with Collin again." Brady smiled.
"Are you worried about me?" I blushed.
"No, well, yes. Just don't make me have to clean up blood again today." He grimaced.
"Thanks again for that. Uhm, I guess I'll be going now."
"Mhm." He opened the door, but didn't leave.
"See you at school?" I nodded. Brady smiled again before leaving. I closed the door slowly, suddenly feeling woozy.
I quickly made my way to the nearest chair, knocking over the bottle of alcohol in my haste.
Once I sat down, the dizziness passed, and I was fine. I took a deep breath, looking around me. I would have to clean up the alcohol before someone came to check on me.
I got up slowly, making sure I was still okay. I was still fine, so I cleaned the floor, and went up to bed.
As I lay in bed, I decided there was probably nothing wrong with me. It was probably just my period on its way or something. Yeah, that was probably it.
I hope.
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