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.


22. 22

Shay's POV

The next month and a half go by in a blur. I'm studying, dancing, practicing my piano, my violin, my cello, looked at the apartments in New York for sale, went to school, came home to Jake, Brad would come over and help me study, then we'd make out, then he'd leave and then Peter would come over, we'd sit in silence, he'd kiss me good bye and leave. Surprisingly enough, Peter came over more than Brad did, and Peter didn't even know I was going to New York in less than 3 months. Brad and I talked about this once. 

"Well what am I suppose to do," Brad sighed, "tell you that I love you and to never leave me? I can't do that to you."

"You could try coming over more often."

"And what's that going to do? Help me fall more in love with you?" 

"That was really stupid and cliche." I laughed. Pretty soon he was laughing too. 

"Well I know you have a thing for cliche." 

The subject change was a little disappointing, but I didn't want to fight with him. So now here we are, Jake asleep on my stomach, and my head on Brad's lap as he flips through hundreds of channels on the TV. 

"Just go to Netflix, there's nothing on." I laugh stroking Jake's soft blonde curls. I watched his parted lips, as his tongue peaks out, and slowly slides back in. I sigh. 

"What?" He says looking down at me. I swallow.

"He looks nothing like me." I wince. This is the first time I've said it out loud. 

"Of course he does!" He gasps. "You've got the same nose, same full lips, same eye structure. He even snores like you." He joked referring to his hiccup-y breaths. I let myself smile for a bit. 

"He looks like his dad when he sleeps." I swallow. I feel him tense. "Do you think he'll look like-"

"No." He cuts me off. "I think he'll look like Josh when he's older. Just blonde." 

"Why do you say that?"

"Because Josh is like the male version of you." I smiled. "He cares about you a lot you know? He's still your brother."

"Well he doesn't try to talk to me."

"Because last time you did you blew up on him."

"He was trying to take the money from my mother's will, Brad." I dread remembering what happened. My mother's funeral was depressing and enraging. Everyone, and I mean everyone she ever knew, showed up, and my brother decided he wanted the extra money. 20 thousand dollars, that came from her past job as an English professor, and her ever dying relatives, who all decided she was a poor young mother of twins, and really needed the money. She changed it the day that Josh left, leaving all her money and jewelry to me, besides her engagement ring that she was giving back to my father. Josh was fuming, and begged me to give him the 10 thousand dollars, so I told him, politely, to go to hell.

"Yeah I know, but you didn't have to tell him to shove a dildo up his ass." Jake whined in his sleep.

"You're waking him up." I hushed him as Jake's pale blue eyes fluttered open. I scrunched my face in a funny way and he giggled. 

"You're silly." He whispered and curled himself up into a ball. "I want bed."

"Oh? Why baby?" 

"Too loud," he sighed, "too loud." 

"Okay. I'll take you to bed."

"No. Daddy." I froze. "Daddy take me." I looked up at Brad, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. 

"I..." My whole body heated up, and I felt my cheeks begin to blush. Then I felt Brad shift. 

"Okay little man, let's go." I watched in amazement as he picked him up. Jake smiled lazily, showing off his deep dimples. Those are definitely his father's. Memories flashed of my ex-boyfriend's devilish smirk, and deep dimples. One of the reasons I even acknowledged him. He didn't seem like a rapist, never, until he actually was. When Brad came back I stood.

"I am so sorry about that. I'll talk to him..."

"I told him he could call me dad." He stared at the floor. My mouth dropped open. I felt tears start to burn in my eyes. 

"You did?" I smiled as my voice cracked. 

"I mean if you don't want him to-" 

"No. No, it's.. It's okay. He's always wanted a dad." And I really couldn't stop sobbing. I covered my mouth to muffle my sobs.  He smiled and pulled me into a long hug. My mascara stained into his plain white t-shirt. "We love you so much. Thank you." I laughed wiping my tears away. "You've done so much for us, honestly you're just perfect." 

"I love you, and I love Jake more than anything." He cupped my face in his hands, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. "Forever." 

"Forever." I took a deep breath smiling as our lips touched. Before I knew it we were on the couch. Where'd his shirt go? Where are my pants?  Peter. The guilt washed over me, I had to end it, it was too much. "Wait." It was so hard to stop him, with his body on display. "I have to break up with him. Before we go further."

"Wait... You haven't already?" 


"No. What are we doing then?" 

"Look I was planning on it."

"Oh but you haven't got around to it?"

"No I haven't."

"Yeah I get it. It's kinda hard to break up with some one when your tongues in my mouth." 

"Really?! You wanna go there?"

"Yes I wanna go there! You of all people should know what getting cheated on feels like!"

"Well at least I know he's not gonna walk in on us FUCKING ON MY COUNTER TOP!"

"Look, I'm different now. Christina and I? We haven't seen each other since we started this. You on the other hand, are two different people."

"How so?"

"The hospital. You ran right into his arms, as happy as can be and suddenly I was nothing." 

"Look, I know, and I can't change that now!"

"Oh but I have the power to go back in time and not fuck Christina?" I open my mouth to reply, when there's a knock on the door. "Is that him?" I see his face go red as he stares at the door. 

"Brad..." I say putting my hand on his chest. "Put your shirt on."

"Put your pants on." I smirk at him as the knocking grows more anxious. 

"That's not Peter."

"What do you mean it's not Peter?"

"It's Nicole." I exhaled squeezing into my jeans, then I ran to the door. "Have you heard of texting?" 

"Sorry, but I have the best news ever!"

"What?" I nearly squealed, opening the door wider.

"We are going.... TO ENGLAND!" I started to squeal but then I couldn't.

"Oh... um... when?"

"Next Saturday!" 

"God... I wish you told me earlier..." 

"Okay, now it's time to talk you into-" Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor, as she turned into the living room to see Brad just getting his shirt over his head. 

"Nicole! We didn't-"

"You had sex with this?!" Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. 

"No!" We both shouted. 

"We're just..."

"We were...."

"Making out a little..." Someone cleared their throat. I froze to my spot. 

"Hey... Sweetie." Peter grunted through gritted teeth.


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