Bradley is smoking hot. He's a man whore. Every girl wants to jump in his pants not to mention a few guys. But then, there's Shay. She hates everything about him, from his floppy hair to his Australian accent.
Shay is a bookworm. She reads and reads and reads. If she's not reading she's dancing in her mother's studio.
Somehow Bradley finds this ever so endearing and tries his very hardest to get her attention. But of course he'll never get it.


16. 16 (shay's POV)

It's only when I get out of the shower that I remember it didn't bring my clothes or my hair dryer to the bathroom. I groaned, putting my curly hair into a bun and running to his room in a towel, hoping he wasn't in there. But with my luck, he was. He was sitting on his bed with guitar in his hands playing softly, and singing the lyrics to 'misguided ghosts' by paramore. I leaned against the door frame forgetting why I had come in there. He stumbled on a few chords.

"Fuck." He whispered starting over again until finally setting down the guitar. He looked over at me, startled. "Hey."

"Oh um..." I tightened the towel around my body. "I need my clothes..."

"Oh. Okay... Sorry I was.."

"You're really good." I interrupted.

"Nah. Anyone can play guitar."

"Not me." I ventured into the room. "It's a skill. Like dancing. It takes a lot of concentration."

"You just need time."

"Not like I have any." I laughed walking towards my suitcase.

"You could make time."

"You know how impossible that is."

"Are you mad at me?" His eyes burned into the side of my face as I dug through my clothes.

"No. I mean look at all you've done for me. I'd look like fool running around your house ignoring you." I finally found a pair of boxers, that I bought on a dare that turned out pretty comfortable,cheeky underwear, my orange bra, and a plain white t-shirt. "Could you um..."

"Oh... Yeah." He moved the guitar off his lap and flipped onto his stomach, facing the wall opposite me. I quickly got dressed and started pulling out my hair dryer. "You should wear your hair like that today..."

"Well it's wet.."

"I like it." He avoided my eyes as I stared at him.

"Okay." I nodded and put the hair dryer back in the suitcase. I took my hair out of its bun and took out my comb and began to slowly get the knots out. "Do you think about me?" I blurted.


"Do you?" I asked turning towards him as he sat up.


"How often do you think about me?" A shiver went up my spine as his icy blue eyes grew darker and his jaw went rigid. He knew exactly what I was implying.

"You shouldn't ask questions like that."

"Like what?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Questions that you already know the answer to."

"I don't know the answer though." I pushed. He sat up from the bed and I stayed glued to my spot.

"I think about you all the fucking time. I can't get you out of my head." He took a step towards me, then two more. "When I eat, when I sleep, but you don't care about those times do you?" I hadn't noticed how close he was until his chest brushed against mine. I gasped as he pulled me into him and pressed his lips to my ear. "You wanna know if I think about you, when I'm lying on my back naked. You wanna know whose tight pussy I'm wishing is around my cock instead of my hand don't you?" I shiver. "Certainly isn't Christina's, she's not tight enough is she? No, no no that won't do." My nose flares at the mere mention of Christina and I press my body closer to his. "Do you want me to tell you who I think about when I'm masturbating?" My cheeks feel warm as I can only muster the tiniest 'yes'. "You." My eyes close involuntarily. "Your legs around my waist, arms around my neck as I fuck the shit..." He pauses. "Out of you." I moaned. My hand flew to my mouth as my eyes grew wide. He chuckled. "It's okay, just breathe. Let it happen, baby."

"But I.." He shushed me planting a kiss at the corner of my mouth. "I've never..."

"I know, I know." His hand ran along the inside of my thigh. "Do you want me to continue?"

"I do." I groaned. "But we can't." I protested softy as his lips traveled down my neck.

"Just say the word and I'll stop." He breathed into my ear. His words sent my mind into a frenzy, I couldn't think of what's wrong or right. When I didn't say anything he gripped the back of my thighs harder making me squeal slightly. "Jump." He whispered and I did. He wrapped my legs around his waist.

He brought my body closer to his and I held his face in my hands. I ached for his lips as I felt my back hit the wall. He finally crashed his lips to mine I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth. He opened his mouth letting out a lustful sigh. I slipped my tongue into his mouth. His hands left my body momentarily.

"What are you doing?" I panted.

"I'm taking off my jeans."

"Oh." I raised my eyebrow. "I don't think we should go all the way..."

"What? No we're not... It's suffocating me..."

"Oh! Okay. Continue." I found his lips again, this time kissing him harder, moaning into his mouth. I felt his bulge against my sensitive spot. "What's that?" He chuckled at my inexperience as he pressed his hips harder into mine. My head softly hit the wall as he moved his hips upward. "Shit." I squeaked. A tingling sensation spread between my legs. "Wait." I panted. He stopped, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just get these shorts off of me." He laughed setting me down. I pulled my shorts down my legs, hurrying to get back to whatever it was we were doing. But of course with my luck, the front door clicked open.

"Shay! We're back!" Fuck.

"Fuck." Brad said, pulling his pants up over his tanned legs. I sighed pulling up my shorts. I bet it smelled like sex in this room, and if not our appearances definitely gave that away. His lips were swollen due to my aggressiveness, and my hair sticking up randomly due to being pushed up against the wall. I put my hair in a pony tail as Brad went to greet my father. I grabbed a SnapBack off of his dresser and pulled my wet ponytail through it.

"Where's Shay?"I heard my dad ask.


"I'm right here daddy!" I bounced out of Brad's room. "I was just fixing my hair." I smiled at Jake as he reached out to me.

"Oh, you wear it natural now.. you usually only do that when you're in a rush."

"Yeah well..It's a lazy day. How was it?" I asked taking Jake from his hands. "How is it to have three generations of men all together? Laughing over cheep food court Chinese food."


"Yeah, dad? What could you possibly want from your failure? Is that what you told mom when you found out I was pregnant? You didn't let me explain for like what? 4 months? Yeah but when your poor son comes running back to you after 2 years, you don't even question it.What's up with that?! We're the same fucking age dad! It's not like he's fifteen, and he lost his way! He was an adult when he left! And so was I when I was pregnant! I took so much care of my mom while you were focused on getting drunk and getting your dick wet!" I covered my mouth as soon as the words left my mouth. "Brad could you take my son for a second?" Without a word he took Jake from my hands and quickly left the room.

"Shay, I didn't mean for this to hurt you. I missed my son, that's it."

"I missed you too when you didn't talk to me, when all you did was come around so that my sick mother would sign some fucking divorce papers! She loved you, she loved you so fucking much and you used her!" I cried. "She had nothing left, that's why she killed herself! You did this! She would have gotten better! You were jealous! Jealous of us?! She ignored you because she had kids?! Because she wanted the best for us and that certainly wasn't you." I felt a sting across my face. My eyes widened as I rubbed my cheek. "There you go. Prove me right. Show me the monster you were behind closed doors. This wasn't about seeing your son, he has money! And you found that out! What trying to get some money into your pockets so you could abandon me too? Too late for that isn't it?"

"Shay I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, you shouldn't push me over the edge like that."

"Don't try to put that fact that you beat your wife, and now your only daughter on me, you know I'm right."

"Your mother was abusive too! It's not like I would hit her first!"

"So? Be a fucking man. Get her some fucking help instead of bruising the side of her face for every kid on the play ground to see! I know one thing, she could never out the same amount of force on you that you did to her. She was drunk! She couldn't even stand, you were sober."

"Don't make excuses for her."

"Don't make excuses for yourself!" Silence. "Get out. Never come back here, you will never see your grandson or me again."


"GET OUT!" That's when the room started to go black.

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