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

I didn't get any sleep that night. I basically shot him down when we both knew I was falling for him too. The tables have turned dramatically since I came back from the hospital. Suddenly he's the one deciding if he wants me or not, and I'm the one trying to be accepted, even though I already am. He broke my heart, not the other way around. 

"Shay..." He said. It was around 3 in the morning. "Are you awake?" I panicked. Should I pretend I'm sleeping?

"Yes." I said finally. 

"I'm sorry." He sighed resting his chin on top of my head.

"I'm sorry too." I said. Letting his arms wrap around me. "I..." he waited. "Really like you."

"I know." I could hear the smile in his voice. "This is the time I usually check on Jake." My eyes widen.

"You check on Jake?"

"Yeah. Every night at 3. Just to check and see if he's okay."

"My mom... She use to do that."

"Who's been in charge of the... arrangements?"

"I am. I've sent out at least a hundred notifications and I left the rest to the funeral director. It's just so stressful on top of everything." I laughed. "This was kind of a bad week for me." 

"I know. I know but he's gone, he can't hurt you anymore." It takes me a while to realize I'm crying.

"I'm fine. I'm gonna try to get some sleep."

Brad's POV

She never went to sleep. Neither did I, until around 6 in the morning when I couldn't stand to keep my eyes open for another second. I woke up at around noon. Fuck what were my classes today? I climbed out of bed and walked to my closet. I ended up in the usual outfit: skinny jeans, and a band shirt. Today it happened to be the neighborhood. I looked at the calender on my phone to find today's schedule: Calculus 12:15, Health 1:30. My first class for today started in 15 minutes! I looked over at Shay. I hadn't noticed the bruise until now. It was right on her cheek, a dark purple. I wished it would go away. I wished that the memory would have quickly faded away, but it lingers, bruising her face and scarring our brains. It's not going away. The bruise will, though. 

"Shay." I bark. Her eyes snap open. 

"What?" 

"You gotta get up. There's a little thing called College. And it's noon."

"I don't have class today.... It's Monday right?"

"Tuesday." 

"Shit! Okay! God what do I have?" She was out of that bed quick as lightning, throwing on sweats and a tight pink t-shirt. I gulped. "Really?" She was facing me now. I followed her eyes to the now straining zipper of my jeans. "Wow. I can't even wear sweats." 

"I..." I felt my cheeks heat up. "I can't help it." she laughed. 

"You're such a boy." She rolled her eyes grabbing the door nob. 

"Where are you going?"

"You're gonna have too deal with that..." She motioned toward my pants. "And I'm not interested in helping. You have 10 minutes."

Shay's POV

We got to the campus at 12:10. It wasn't that far away, for a California driver. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Which I guess is good, because it get's my mind off of everything else. He went to get out the car. I thought about stopping him, telling him I want to skip, but I couldn't afford to. Not now that I'm going to Julliard in 4 months. I watch as he slides out of his seat. I climb out after him. 

"I'll see you after class?" he asks. I nod. "If you want we can go to lunch later. I know this great place a couple minutes away."

"Um... sure, if your sister doesn't mind watching Jake for a little longer."

"I'm sure she won't mind. She loves kids." He gave me a quick smile. "C'mon I'll walk you to class."

We walked in silence for a while, the sun burning our backs. I had my book bag in one hand, and the other one in his. His fingers entwined with mine, so suddenly, so unsure, that I couldn't pull away. And let's be honest here, I didn't want to. And then, there she was.

"What the fuck is this?!" Christina was walking at us, at me. I backed away, letting go of Brad's hand. "Is this why you haven't texted me back?! You have her now?" She glared at me.

"Christina-"

"You know he always comes back to me right? Always. After every fling, every virginity. He always wants me in the end." She spat at me, and turned on her shiny black stiletto heel and strutted away. 

"Shay I'm sorry."

"Sorry? She was right. You always go back." He froze. "Do you love her?"

"No!"

"So you can just have sex with a girl, countless times, and not feel anything?"

"Look that's her. We haven't even done it once, and I feel so much stronger about you than I ever will with her."


"Look, I'm already late to class. I'll see you later." 

As I walked away, I looked down at my Toms. I defiantly needed sexier shoes if I wanted to compete with her. I looked at my sweats. And clothes. My hair probably looks insane, and I my face is slightly bruised. I definitely need to squeeze shopping into my tight schedule.

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