Falling for Brady: An Inprint Story

A/N: I just wanted to write an imprint story about Brady. There are really not a lot of them. So, here I am giddy as a little girl dancing in the rain. Please review. Reviews make me happy and help me become a better writer.

Disclaimer: Steph Meyer owns Twilight.

Twenty Questions

Leslie POV

I entered the English class and sat in my usual sit. It was the best sit in the house. It was located at the back of the class, two seats closed to the door, making my exits undetected.

It's my first day of class and I was anxious to go home. I was mortified when my stepfather entered the class after the bell rang. He patted my head and gave me a wide toothy smile.

"Good morning, class." he said, as he waved his hand and walked to the front of the class.

He placed a stack of papers on his desk and continued to smile at the class. "It's a great day! A brand new school year, let's go around and introduce ourselves." he said jovially, sitting on his desk.

I watched my stepfather, Joshua Reynolds, pointing at me to my dismay. "We'll start with the young lady wearing a Michigan hooded sweater." he smiled, winking at me.

I looked around the room nervously, trying to hide my horrified face. "Please, stand up and say your name, how old you are and something personal about yourself." he said, an even broad smile on his face.

Joshua was enjoying my humiliation. It was his purpose in life to embarrass me.

I stood up from my chair and cleared my throat. "My name is Leslie Alexis Ruiz. I'm fourteen. Something personal about me is-well-I hate my obnoxious stepfather." I said between clenched teeth, staring at him. My stepfather was laughing loudly.

"That's good to know, Leslie Ann." he teased, pointing at the person in front of me. "Now is your turn."

"It's Leslie Alexis, Josh-Mr. Reynolds." I hissed at him as I sat back down. Everyone turned to face me, but I hid my face behind my bangs. .

The students proceeded to introduce themselves and Josh handed us our class curriculum.

"This is your class prospectus or curriculum. You need to save it for future reference. I've written in it all the subjects that we'll cover this semester. The date to the test, quizzes and when projects will be due are in here. If there are any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me." Mr. Reynolds said as he walked back to his desk after handing out the papers.

He sat down. "We've thirty minutes before the class is over. You guys can chat among yourselves. But please, do so in a fashionable manner." he said as he opened a note pad and began to write in it.

I opened my backpack and retrieved my Spanish notebook. I began to review my notes when a warm hand touched my shoulder, startling me.

"Hey," the husky voice whispered. I turned to face the voice, when I gasped. I was surprised, shocked to see the handsome boy-men-Adonis that stood before me. His eyes were fixed on the door as he spoke to me.

"Is this English class with Mr. Reynolds?" he asked, as he waved to someone in the hall.

I was stunned. I couldn't answer. He lowered his head in irritation to look at me. "Is it-" his voice trailed off. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were staring at me, as if he'd seen heaven.

He was gorgeous. His eyes were a beautiful almond shaped with light brown irises with a dark green starburst around the black of his pupils. His hair was black and cut short in a spiked-style. His skin was a magical copper color. His lips were lush and full, so delectable. His face was perfectly symmetrical. Nothing in it was out of place. His face was perfect.

I candidly stared, still looking like an idiot with my mouth wide open. My eyes shifted downward, gazing at his attractive body. He wore a black polo shirt that outlined his god-like rippled muscles and perfectly ironed khakis with white Adidas.

I shifted in the seat uncomfortably when I noticed that he was staring back at me. I felt self-conscious. He was probably mad at me for gaping at him. I couldn't help feeling sad at the thought of him being mad at me.

I brushed my hair with my hand, and slowly looked down at the floor. "So-yes-this is Spa- I mean English class." I stuttered, feeling like a complete idiot. I felt my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

I heard him clear his throat. "So, is this Mr. Reynolds' class?" he asked, his voice a rich baritone that made my heart skipped a few beats.

I nodded my head briskly. "Yes." I murmured. I heard a soft chuckle coming from him. I quickly looked up at him, straining my neck in the process. This guy was tall. He was probably six feet and six inches, or more.

He was smiling down at me. His smile was wide, exposing perfectly straight pearl white teeth, and a cute dimple in each cheek. I was stunned and hyperventilating. Can God really create such fine-looking, attractive male specimen?

"Can I take the seat next to you?" he asked, pointing at the chair that was next to me.

I only stared at him. There was no connection between my brain and my mouth. "No-" I stammered. How awkward.

His smile faded, disappearing from his face. His eyes were opened wide and held a torrent of emotions that I could not decipher. "You don't want me to sit by you?" he asked, his raspy voice held sorrow.

I shook my head. Why was my brain acting so retarded? "No, wait!" I said more to myself than to him. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands. "No one is sitting there." I finally mustered to say.

He flashed me a brilliant smile. He walked to the seat next to me. He removed the backpack that hung on his left shoulder and placed it next to his seat. He turned around and smiled down at me. I found myself staring shamelessly at his every movement.

"What are we doing in class today?" he asked, taking a sit. His long, muscular arms were resting on the desk.

I removed my eyes away from him and stared around the room. All eyes were focused on us. My stepfather was the first one that I noticed. He winked at me, and motioned me to go up to his desk.

"Um, can you give me a second?" I whispered, standing up from my seat. "I've to-" I began, but my feet were walking down the aisle towards Joshua's desk.

"What?" I hissed, when I reached Joshua's desk. He was smiling, arms behind his head.

"Here, give this to lover boy." he teased, handing me a class curriculum and pointing at the mysterious man with his head. He quickly returned to what he was doing.

I turned away from him and walked back to my seat. I felt all eyes on me. How I hated this feeling. I sat down and turned to face him.

"Here," I said, handing him the papers, "these papers have all the information for this class."

Mysterious man extended his hand to reach for the papers. His hands were massively large. He engulfed my small hand in his. There was a rush of adrenaline pulsating through my veins. For a moment I felt alive, but the feeling died when he loosen his hold.

I sighed in disappointment. "I'm Leslie Ruiz." I said, feeling like a complete idiot.

He laughed. "I'm Brady Brooks." he said, offering me his hand. I almost jumped of happiness as I took his freakishly warm hands in mine. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" he said in a flirtatious tone.

I held his hand for who knows how long. They seemed to fit perfectly. To be honest, I didn't mind the excessive heat of his hand. I was literally gawking at him. My eyes were glued to him. My whole existence was for him.

"Brady… my Brady." I whispered, his hand still holding mine. I heard him chuckle. OMG, did he hear me? Impossible! I said it so low that no one would have been able to hear it.

I was beyond mortification, I was humiliated! I was falling under Brady Brooks' spell. His smile was my kryptonite. I was helpless, speechless against it.

I turned to face forward, creating a curtain with my hair over my face. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed he was glancing at me. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat and continued to review my Spanish notes. It was all in vain. I couldn't concentrate.

My cheeks reddened and quickly averted my eyes to face him. "Is there something that you need?" I asked harshly. "You are staring and that is awfully rude!" I snapped, wishing that my voice sounded stern.

Brady's face was a mix of emotion. His eyes saddened. His eyebrows knitted together in a pained expression. "I'm sorry." he mumbled, his eyes searching mine. "I don't ever want to make you unhappy!" he said softly.

I felt like a total fool. "I'm sorry! I just feel exposed when you look at me like that." I said apologetically.

He smiled at me. "Don't worry. There is nothing to forgive. I only want to make you happy." he said, moving his chair closer to mine.

I inhaled a deep breath. I caught his scent, soft cologne mixed with a pine-woodsy smell. It was earthy and pleasant.

"Oh, um, thank you!" I stuttered, feeling unsure of myself as I fidget in my sit like a kindergarten.

"So, Leslie," he began, taking a strand of my hair in his hands, "what other classes are you taking?" he asked nonchalantly. I watched as he curled it around his index finger and studied it.

"Um, I take Advance Spanish, Chemistry, History, English, P.E, and Calculus." I said, not wanting to move my head. His warm touch was enjoyable.

"I take beginners Spanish. Perhaps you could help me. I don't know crap of Spanish, but I need the class because it's a language requisite." he explained, as he continued to play with my hair.

I began to feel relax. Brady was easy to talk to, as long as he didn't offer me his tempting dimpled smiles or if I didn't stare into his hazel eyes, I was fine. We spoke for the remaining of the class.

He asked many questions about me. He wanted to know what my favorite color was, what do I like to do, my favorite food and trivial questions that at this moment I've forgotten. I tried to answer them as truthfully and honestly as I could. I couldn't deny him anything. I was in fact falling for Mr. Brady Brooks.

The bell rang, bringing me out of my Brady-induced stupor. I was saddened by the thought of leaving Brady. I knew I had other classes, but I wanted to continue to spend time with him.

I placed my Spanish notebook inside my backpack and tossed it over my left shoulder. "Well, I'll see you around." I said, waving shyly at him. He stood before me in all his height. Brady was tall, really really tall. I felt puny beside him. I was only five foot four inches.

I strained my neck once again as I looked up at him. "I can walk you to your next class." he offered. I smiled at the opportunity to be close to him.

"Sure." I nodded, a giant smile spread on my lips. "Would it be too much trouble if we stopped by my locker?" I asked, suddenly remembering that I left my schedule in my locker.

"No problem, princess." he said, returning the smile. His hazel eyes were shining brightly against the light of the hall. I almost jumped, ignoring the princess comment.

We walked in a comfortable silence until we reached my locker. I noticed heads turning to look at us.

"This is my locker." I said nervously. I grabbed the combination lock and began to turn the dial. After a few seconds the lock popped open.

"Here is my schedule." I said absentmindedly. I reached for the paper, and closed the locker. I turned to face a smiling Brady.

We walked through the teeming corridor in silence, when I felt a warm hand touched mine. I jumped, startled by the jolt of electricity that his touch sent down my spine.

"Sorry if I startled you!" he said, his face growing red. "This is your Chemistry class." he said in a low sensual voice, pointing at the door that was to our left.

I brought my free hand to my chest, trying to slow down my erratic beating heart. "Thanks, Brady." I said nervously. I gnawed at my lower lip.

Brady was sending me mixed messages. I didn't know what to do. His hand still held mine protectively. "I'll be here to walk you to your next class." he said, removing his hand from mine.

My hand suddenly felt cold. I felt sad and disappointed. "You don't have to. I can find my way around the school. La Push High isn't so big." I smiled, fixing my backpack that was slowly sliding down my shoulder. We stood in an awkward silence.

"Well," he began; looking down at me,"I'll see you in forty-five minutes." he chuckled, bringing his face down to mine. He offered me his award winning dimpled smile, leaving me breathless. His warm breath tickled my skin, when he gave me a soft peck on the cheek.

He straightened his back. "I'll see you later, princess." he whispered, touching my cheek with his hand. He turned around and to my disappointment disappeared down the hall.

I stood there like an idiotic fool looking at the direction he'd taken.

"Be careful with Brady Brooks." said a voice from behind. The mere mention of Brady brought me back to reality.

I turned to face the most beautiful girl. Her skin was a russet color. Her dark brown orbs the color of semi-sweet chocolate. Her hair fell over her shoulders.

"I don't know you, but I will give you a warning... Stay away from Brady!" she said in a soft voice.

She elegantly flipped her hair and spun around to walk into the Chemistry classroom. I followed behind her. I wanted to know what she meant by that. I wanted to know why I should stay away from Brady Brooks.