My Boys

When Tara was little, she had a best friend but then had to move away. She found a new best friend but once again had to move. She found another best friend but was forced to move. Once again, she finds a new best friend and then has to move. This best friend, gets Tara into a bit of trouble with her parents. So once again she has to move. Each of her best friends gave her a present before leaving and she always kept them. When Tara starts out at a brand new school and makes plenty of friends, everything goes well. That is until the fist day of high school when she sees people she never thought see would ever see again. Will that all become best friends? Will anyone of them fall for Tara?

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12. Bradford Bad Girl

~Zayn's POV~

Friday morning arrives and I'm excited. My best friend and I are going to see our favorite band play.

I meet up with Tara at our lockers and we begin talking about the concert. We make a bet on which songs are going to be played. Whenever we are together, we don't shut up about the concert.

After school, I walk Tara to her house. "So where do you want to meet at? I ask. "Well your house isn't too far from the arena.I'll just come to your house." "Ok. Sounds good." I say and head home.

I eat supper and then throw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Tara arrives in a cab. I walk out and get in the cab. I look at Tara and notice she is wearing leather pants and my old leather jacket that I gave her because it doesn't fit anymore.

The cab drops us off and we show the guards our tickets before entering. We don't have to wait long for the concert to start. Both of us sing along to the songs. She gives me five bucks since I won the bet.

After the concert, Tara and I head in the opposite direction of my house. "Zayn. Where are we going?" "To a club. I have a friend who specializes in fake IDs." I say and hand her a card. When we get to the club, we show the man at the door and he lets us in. I pull Tara over to the bar and order two beers.

We drink the beers and then head to the dance floor and dance. After a while, Tara heads back to a bar. An older lady, maybe about 21, comes up to me and we start dancing and get more to drink. I see Tara a couple of times and she is dancing with someone.

When I get ready to leave, I look for Tara but don't find her anywhere. I figure she already left so I get a cab and go home. When I get home, I just lay on the couch and fall asleep.

~Tara's POV~

It's now Friday morning. Tonight Zayn and I are going to a concert to see our favorite band and I can't wait.

I meet up with Zayn as usual and we begin talking about the concert. We even make a bet on which songs the band is going to play tonight. In our other class and at lunch, the two of us can't stop talking about tonight.

After school, he walks me to my house like normal. "So where do you want to meet at?" He asks. "Well, your house isn't too far from the arena. I'll just come to your house." "Ok. Sounds good." Zayn says and then we part our ways. When I walk in the door, I run up to my room, close the door and turn my music on. Eventually, I pick up a magazine and start reading it.

Sometime later, my dad comes into my room and turns off the music. "Hey! I was listening to that." I say. "Well I have to talk with you." He replies. I ignore him and go back to reading the magazine. Then he snatches that out of my hands. "I was reading that!" I say with a hint of annoyance. "Your mother and I have a business dinner and Derek is in charge. I want you to mind your brother and do what he asks you to do." My father says. I mumble a "Fine" and he gives me my magazine back before closing the door after him.

I listen closely and hear the front door close and then the car driving away. I turn my music back on and begin getting ready for the concert. I curl my hair and then put on a pair of black leather pants, a black off the shoulder top, and my black boots. I look at my clock and realize I should get to Zayn's house. I walk into the hallway and pick up the phone to call a cab. Then I throw on my black leather jacket Zayn gave me and place the house key and tickets into a pocket. The cab arrives and I leave without any of my brothers noticing.

When the cab gets to Zayn's house, he walks out and gets in the cab. As we make our way to the arena, I notice he's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. The cab drops us off and we show the guards our tickets before entering. We don't have to wait long for the concert to start. Both of us sing along to the songs. I give Zayn five bucks since he won the bet.

After the concert, Zayn and I head in the opposite direction of his house. "Zayn. Where are we going?" "To a club. I have a friend who specializes in fake IDs." He says and hands me a card. I look at it and it looks pretty good. When we get to the club, we show the man at the door and he lets us in. Zayn pulls me over to the bar and orders two beers.

We drink the beers and then head to the dance floor and dance. After a while, I go back to the bar for another drink. A guy who looks to be about 20 comes up next to me and we start talking. Before too long, I pull him out on the dance floor and begin grinding on him. I spend most of the night drinking and dancing with the guy. I only spot Zayn a few times and he is dancing with an older lady.

"What do you say we get out of here?" The guy says. I nod my head and he leads me outside to his car. "Anywhere you wanna go?" "Somewhere we can have fun." I tell him. When the car stops, we get out and he takes my hand. He leads me to the back side of a building a through a door. When we get inside, I realize that we are at the movie theater.

We sneak into one of the theaters and head to the very top. There aren't many people in the room. We sit down and start to watch the movie but then the man kisses me and I kiss back. He moves the cup holders and lays me down on the seats. He gets on top of me and resumes kissing me. Before too long, his hand his squeezing my butt. We continue to make-out.

As we make-out, his hand moves to the front of my pants. He undoes the zipper and button before taking them off. Then he pulls my shirt off leaving me in my bra and underwear. I pull off his shirt and kiss his abs. The man takes off my bra and kisses my boobs. I then feel a hand move down to my lower area. He starts to pull down my underwear but I stop him. "Not yet." I whisper in his ear. He goes back to kissing my lips but keeps his hand where it was.

He massages my boobs and then I kiss his chest moving down to his jeans. I pull them off and he brings me back up to his lips. As we kiss, I can feel him on my thigh. My breath quickens. I see a few flashes but ignore them thinking it was just the movie and continue to kiss the man's lips. Another flash goes off and he looks up to where it came from but there's another flash. I see him push whatever is making the flash and then he focuses back on me.

Just as he is about to pull my underwear down, I hear someone say, "Stop and put your hands up." He does and I see that there are a few police officers. I groan quietly. 'This can't be good.' I say to myself.

"Both of you stand up slowly with your hands over your heads." We do as the officer says. "Now step away from each other." The man takes a few steps away from me. The officers hand us our clothes and tell us to put them on. As I put my clothes back on, I look toward the door and see someone taking pictures. I can't exactly tell who it is but it looks like Whitney.

Once my clothes are back on, one of the officers handcuffs my hands behind my back and leads me to a squad car. They sit me in the back and drive off to the station. 'This isn't good. I will be grounded for life if my parents find out. How could I be so stupid?' We reach the station and they take my picture, fingerprints, and place me in a cell by myself.

~The Man's POV~

I see a girl sitting at the bar drinking. She look to be 18 maybe a bit older. I sit down next to her, order a drink, and start talking. After five or ten minutes, she pulls me out on the dance floor and grinds on me. We dance and drink for most of the night. At about 3 AM, I feel like taking her somewhere we can have our own kind of fun.

"What do you say we get out of here?" I say. She nods her head and I leads the girl outside to my car. "Anywhere you wanna go?" "Somewhere we can have fun." She tells me. When I stop the car, we get out and I take her hand. I lead us to the back side of the movie theater and through a door. 

We sneak into one of the theaters and head to the very top. There aren't many people in the room. We sit down and start to watch the movie but then I kiss the girl and she kisses back. I can tell she is drunk. I move the cup holders and lays her down on the seats. Then I get on top of the girl and resume kissing. Before too long, I place a hand on her butt and squeeze. We continue to make-out.

As we make-out, my hand moves to the front of her pants. I undo the zipper and button before taking them off. Then I pull her shirt off leaving her in bra and underwear. The girl pulls off my shirt and kiss my abs. I take off the bra and kiss her boobs. I then move a hand down to her lower area. I start to pull down her underwear but she stops me. "Not yet." I hear her whisper in my ear. I go back to kissing her lips but keep my hand where it was.

I massage the girl's boobs and then she kisses my chest moving down to my jeans. She pulls them off and I bring her back up to kiss my lips. I see a few flashes but ignore them. Another flash goes off and I look up to where it came from but there's another flash. I push whatever is making the flash away and focus back on the girl in front of me.

Just as I'm about to pull her underwear down, I hear someone say, "Stop and put your hands up." I do as I'm told and I see that there are a few police officers.

"Both of you stand up slowly with your hands over your heads." We do as the officer says. "Now step away from each other." I take a few steps away from her. The officers hand us our clothes and tell us to put them on.

Once my clothes are back on, one of the officers handcuffs my hands behind my back and leads me to a squad car. They sit me in the back and drive off to the station. We reach the station and they take my picture, fingerprints, and place me in a cell with some other men. I know that I'll be here for a few years but this isn't the first time.

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