AN: Another update!

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(BRADY'S POV) 5 months later….

I was sitting in the coffee shop and waiting for people to come. I mean c'mon! Why is mom torturing me like that since last 5 months? Just then, some of the school's jocks entered with their chicks. I looked away.

(Italics – Cassie, bold – Brady) [As per Brady's imagination]

Those girls are just so…Urgh.

Wow, now I know you are really insecure.

What?

Nothing.

The new waitress took their orders and gave it in the kitchen. The blonde, skinny one who looked like Regina from 'Mean Girls' came to me.

"Hey, could I just have that diary. What's the rate?" she asked. She was damn asking for Cassie's diary.

Stay away from that. Tell her.

"It's not for sale." I said.

"What then?" she said, showing her purse. I guess she was just our age.

"I said it's not for sale. Now, you may go and enjoy your meal." I replied, a bit aggressed and she went away.

Stupid bitch.

Cassie?

What? No one touches my diary.

Not my fault. You decorate it so well.

I don't like that girl. I swear I don't.

I just had a look at that girl. If Rod hadn't imprinted, I swear he would have started trying to woo that girl. Then, it just came to my mind that she was in our school and was the new girl that everyone had been talking about, the girl who had taken over the rule of our school in two days and de-formed the butterflies and had half of them with her as her tails when she came in April. What was her name? Yeah, right Briana.

What does she think she is? Cassie said, slouching on the cash counter.

"A bitch as you may call." I replied slowly.

Talk to me in your brain or people would think you are a psychopath.

Point to be noted.

I know sometimes you are one.

Excuse me?

Your payment. She alarmed me that someone had come to pay.

13th August

I was here in the coffee shop again, but not on the cash counter or helping someone in the kitchen. Cassie and I were celebrating her 14th birthday in the storehouse so that no one calls me a lunatic, for the record. I knew she loved chocolate cake and I had to cut it for her. She cried two times in between to express how much she hates being like this and wishes to come back to me.

I didn't say I hate being like this. I can actually disappear this way.

You did, although yesterday.

Whatever. Cut the cake now. Hey, I hear someone crying. She pointed to the boxes. I went there and looked around and saw a little girl hiding there. Oh my god! She had the same eyes like Cassie and same chocolate brown curly hair, although short but HOW! And then Cassie disappeared.

C'mon, you can be here. She can't see you.

But there was no answer. I looked at the girl. Her nose was so like Cassie's, a little, cute one.

"Hey, who are you?" I asked.

"Mommy? Where is she? She left me here when I asked for a chocolate cake." She answered. She looked about 5 years of age.

"Okay, first come out of there." I said.

"Mommy told me not to come out." she answered.

"Don't worry. Even I sneaked in here." I muttered. "I mean, let's be friends. What's your name? I am Brady." I lend out my hand.

"I am Hazel. My mommy works in this big shop but she says she can get the cakes only when she had done a good work." She justified and wiped her tears. "Why you sneaked out here?"

"I…uh…" I was hanging out with my girlfriend who no one else can see and whose birthday is today. Should I give that as an answer? "I came here to check that the big mice her didn't eat the sugar. Come out or he'll bite you."

She shrieked and jumped into my arms. Hey, kids are so cute. I made her sit on a high box.

"So, your mommy works here?" I asked. She nodded.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"Mommy!" she jumped down and ran past me. This was the new cook mom had recruited and her name was Cynthia.

"She's your daughter?" I asked her, and came in front of the cake. I don't want to be called a psychopath.

"Yes. What are you doing here?" she asked me.

"I just came to check upon the supplies." I lied. "And I found her. Why did you hide her here?"

And she started with her story. She told me that they had moved in from Forks and her father abandoned the both of them and doesn't want Hazel. Cynthia had a small rented house at the Rez and she can't leave the little girl alone.

"What was the need to hide her here? You could've told me. I am good with kids, well, I learnt that from someone." Yes, it was Cassie. "But don't worry. I will take care of her, provided you please take care of my work. I needed a break." I added. See, things can be as easy as that.

"Can you promise me not to tell your mom that she was here?"

"Hey, don't worry. She loves kids. She won't flip." I said. At least, that's what I think. I thought but didn't add it.

"You're sure?" she asked.

"Perfectly sure." I said.

I played with Hazel and shared Cassie's birthday cake with her. I just wondered what they might be doing at Paul's place. So, I told Cynthia and took Hazel to the Rez with me and we went to Paul's. It was a bit weird that Cassie wasn't coming to me since two hours. I saw that Rachel was with Paul and both of them were discussing that what would've they given her for gift if she was still alive…I mean with them. I know she's always with me.

"Hi, guys." I said.

"Who is this, Brady?" Rachel asked. "Her eyes, they are just…just like…."

"Cassie's. I know. She is the daughter of a cook at our coffee shop. She is really cute, isn't she?" I answered.

As some days, passed, I kept hanging out with Hazel. I don't know how but she sometimes filled Cassie's place in my heart when she was near but I felt like her brother to her and one fine day, when I took her to Rez, Aaron saw her…and kept gazing at her.

"YOU DID NOT!" I shouted and caught him by his collar.

"W…what did…I?" he asked. I couldn't just help it. I don't know but I felt like I was going to kill him for imprinting on my little sister and I swear I could have, if Paul wouldn't have said:

"That's what it felt when you imprinted on Cassie."

I left Aaron. Paul was right. Even he would have wanted to kill me at that time. So, now I know that if your little sister is an imprintee, you feel like killing the imprinter.

"Aaron, I swear if you ever-ever hurt her, I will snip off your head. Is that clear?" I asked.

"You won't need to." He answered.

Did it have to be Hazel? Did it have to be Aaron? Oh c'mon!

At that second, I wanted Cassie. I needed her, in fact.

Cassie?

There was no reply. She wasn't there. It had been a week almost. I felt like broken when every memory related to her went through my brain but I controlled myself and didn't phase for mom and all of the people who love me. I just bottled up everything like Cassie does and made up a smile on my face and turned on the TV. I was watching soccer. That's what I watch when I'm irritated.

"Brady, what happened?" Hayley asked me and sat beside me.

"Everything is messed up." I replied.

"Um…do you see Cassie? At times…around you, I mean? Well, to say sometimes I do and she told me to tell you not to feel blue." She answered.

"So, am I not the only lunatic? Is Cassie really here?" I jumped. Okay, either both of us are missing her really much or her soul is with us.

"I do see her. At times but I'm not a psych." She said.

"Even I do…but no one else except us does." I answered.

"Everything was because of me, wasn't it?"

Yeah, it was. I thought but didn't say it.

"Um…no." I said and went to Cassie's room.

SOME DAYS LATER…

I was sitting alone in lunch time while the wolves kept staring at me and so did the imprints. It was the third day of school and finally it had started. I thought it might keep me away from her memories but everything reminded me of her. The queue at the food stations where we both would slip in between, the lockers where we would make fun of people's make out sessions, the basketball court where we used to cheer for Cole and Seth and other things, made me remember her even worse. Do tell me someone where has she gone these days? If she comes, I won't be talking to her for some time.

"Hey, can I sit here?" a blonde girl said. Oh man, it was the same girl – Briana. I didn't pay attention to her.

"Hi, you're Brady, right?" she asked. I nodded. I had my arms on the table when she grabbed my hand.

Excuse me? I looked at her face.

"Look, Brady, I came to know about your previous girlfriend. What was her name cassia- what?" she said.

"She is Cassidy." I drew back my hand.

"I came to know about her being dead and stuff and I even noticed you that day, in the coffee shop. You were lost and even you are these days. I mean you should forget her. She isn't important now. Let go off her memories. Let's hang out together." She said. I stood up and shook off her arm.

"LOOK, SHE IS NOT FUCKING DEAD. SHE MATTERS TO ME IF SHE DOESN'T TO YOU. SO, DON'T JUST SAY THAT AGAIN AND GET LOST!" I shouted and in fact, I was shaking. Cole came and took me away. I ran out of the school, to the woods area and phased.

She isn't dead. She isn't dead. She isn't dead. But then why isn't she coming to me? I miss you Cassie. I really miss you. Come back. But there was still no answer. She wasn't answering. It had been a week or more.

Cassie, everyone misses you! Come back. Please, not for me but for your family. Okay, even for me!

Why was she making me feel so alone by not being there!? Why the hole did come to being again? I needed her again and forever. I ran across the city boundaries and by chance, I entered the woods in Spokane and then…I saw a girl with curly brown hair and the pair of perfect blue eyes that Cassie had. I stopped there behind the trees and watched her. She fell off the tree branch into a guy's arms that had brown hair, lighter and a bit redder than hers and green eyes. How dare he touch my imprint?!

"You 'kay, Faith?" he asked her. Faith? Bullshit! That's my Cassie.

"I am okay, Louie. Thanks for catching Me." she said. Why didn't she say that she's not Faith? She looked into his eyes the same way as she looks into mine and then got off.

WHO WAS THAT?! – Paul.

It's Cassie. – Me.

But how? – Cole.

I don't know. – Me.

I think we've gotta snoop about this. – Aaron.

No, shit Sherlock. It is my Cassie. – Me.

AN: Who is this? Any idea? Review!

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