Breathe

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.
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Shay is a bookworm. She reads and reads and reads. If she's not reading she's dancing in her mother's studio.
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Somehow Bradley finds this ever so endearing and tries his very hardest to get her attention. But of course he'll never get it.

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Shay's POV

They made Brad go home and they made me stay the night. They promised to let Brad in early so I can get changed and leave before noon.

And now it was 11:30. Brad hasn't arrived yet and I'm going mad.

"Where is he?! I have to go to the police station and Jake is probably freaking out, and I have to tell the dance teachers to find me another substitute, and then I have to check on my house because now I have no idea what they're doing and I have to call my dad..."

"Shay. Calm down. He's in the waiting area." Nina laughed.

"Then get him in here!"

"I have to ask you questions."

"No! I have to answer the police's questions!"

"Let me do my job."

"You don't get paid."

"No. But I can still get fired." She pressed.

"Fine."

Brad's POV

 It took them a while to finally let me into her room. But when I did finally get to go in she was freaking out. 

"What's this?" She gawked at the clothes I chose: a loose nirvana t shirt and yoga pants. "Are you kidding me?"

"What? It looks fine!"

"Why yoga pants? I like jeans!" 

"I'm sorry! We're going home anyway! You can change then!"

"I don't wanna change twice!" She groaned. "Fine. Whatever." Damn. It'snot my fault she didn't tell me what she wanted to wear. I waited for her in the hallway. She's not my daughter. The words had been repeating in my head all night. What did it mean? Who's her real- "Okay I'm ready." She interrupted my thoughts. "Is my bag still packed because I might get to go home today." I frowned a bit but then covered it with a smile.

"I believe so. But Jake's is kinda..."

"Yeah i know he made a huge mess. I'm sorry about him."

"Nah. Jake's fine with me..." I stopped in my tracks.

"Shay." Peter smiled. "Baby are you okay?" My nose flares as he wraps his arms around her waist. 

"Yeah I'm fine. It's just a little concussion." She answers hugging him back. She looks so... right in his arms. I hate that. He kisses her. She kisses him back, her eyes closed. I swallowed as she pulled away giggling. Good job, Shay.  There's a heaviness on my chest and I take a step back.

"You look a mess. What happened to your hair?" He said pulling on one of the curls.

"I left it natural. Don't you like it?"

"Well..." She punched his shoulder.

"Ass."

"I really don't like this new mouth of yours. Or you know... his." He glanced at me. She suddenly snapped out of her little phase, realizing I was here.

"Oh! Did you need a ride?" She asked.

"I drove here, dumb ass." I rolled my eyes and headed for the doors. 

"Brad." She called after me. I ignored her and kept walking to my car.

"I gave up sex for you. Really great sex."

"Bullshit. You told me yourself she was too loose for you. You'd much rather have me."

"Not anymore sweetie. I only wanted to get in your pants, now you're getting a little boring. And you're so goddamn controlling."

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been trying to change me! I don't take care of kids, or stop before second base! I'm not your puppet."

"Do you not recall you trying to prove me wrong?"

"Yeah but instead, you're the one who proved me wrong. Good luck with him by the way."

"Fuck! What do you want me to say?! I'm sorry I love my boyfriend?!" I took two steps back. "I... I don't mean-"

"You love him?" My heart stopped as I stared into her eyes. "So what was this?! What was us?! You said you didn't love anyone! You lied to me?!"

"Don't you get it Brad?" The tears built up in her eyes. "There has never been an us."

"Okay." I shrugged and opened my door. 

"Take me home?" Is this bitch serious?

"What?"

"Take me home. Please."

"Aw. Well since you said please." I rolled my eyes.

"Brad. I.. I don't feel like crying in front of him." She looked away from me. I sighed.

"Get in."

Shay's POV

And that's all I did, cry. I couldn't stop. Honestly, I wanted Brad to kiss me. Hug me. Anything. We pulled up in front of his house, and we sat together in his car.

"I don't. Love him I mean. I just, I was mad at you." I sighed.

"I don't just wanna have sex with you. I really like you. A lot."

"Can you... Kiss me?" He looked up. "I mean if you wa-" he stopped me mid-sentence pulling me into him. Our kiss was slow, and warm. His lips were soft against mine. "I," there's a long pause. I couldn't speak. He stared at me, scared of my words, just as I was. "I need to go see what's going on at my house." 

"I can watch Jake for you while you go over there." 

"Okay..." I reached for the car door.

"Just promise you'll come back." I glanced at him. "And stay. For the night." He seemed nervous. I tilted my head to the side as he awaited my answer.

"Okay." 

"I'll just tell my sister to move it or lose it." I snorted. "That's cute."

"Shut up." I laughed and opened the door.

Brad's POV

I wish she had said it. I wish she had told me she loved me so I could get it off my chest. I should say it first. I should say it tonight. I want to.

She came back after twenty minutes. Her lock was fixed and she was welcome to go back whenever, but as she promised she came back. When she finally got Jake to bed she joined me in the kitchen. 

"What are you making?" she asked.

"Grilled cheese." I laughed. 

"Oh... It smells good anyway." She sat on the counter and watched me intently. 

"Look," I said, "I  know what you were actually gonna say in the car, and me too."

"What?" I took a deep breath.

"I. Am falling so hopelessly in love with you that it hurts."

"You can't do that. You can't say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I did something wrong! Or like you did something wrong! What's so wrong with it?"

"I don't fall in love everyday Shay!"

"And that's my fault?" I stared at her. "Don't you dare." Too late as I crashed my lips into hers. 

"It is." I said, and pulled away from her. "Now how much cheese do you want?"

"None. I'm going to bed." And with that she stormed out of the kitchen.

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