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.


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Shay's POV

"You sir are a horrible dancer." I laughed for the thousandth time that night. 

"Well I can't like do the...twirly thing."

"Twirly thing?" 

"I wanna do those jumpy catchy thingies."

"Jumpy catchy?"

"You know like when the guy catches the girl.."

"Oh no no no I don't trust you enough for that." I shot him down quickly.

"Please? On the mat and it wont hurt if you fall."

"God am I really about to do this?" I wondered out loud. "Fine" I huffed. "Get on the mat." 

"Yes!" He was so cute without anyone else around.

"Okay first you have to be able to pick me up, so you're going to have- AH!" I felt arms around my waist and  I was hoisted into the air. 

"That was easy. What's next?" Brad asked after setting me down.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Don't ask why. Don't ask why.


"Because I have to use it. Why else would I go in there?" Fuck I probably look like a tomato.

"Oh I see."

"You see what? You see nothing."

"You're on your period."


"Okay okay you're not." he raised his hands in mock defeat. "Don't get your tampon in a twist."

Brad's POV

Beautiful. A stunning, gorgeous thing. Her. God dammit I need to stop. I'm here so I won't make myself look like a fool at my father's wedding. Fuck but I can't help it. This is happening way to fast. And she jumps and I catch her and... it's all a blur and I'm on top of her and she's laughing and I kiss her. Is she...? She's kissing me back and it feels so good. It sparks and electrocutes my body and then I pull away. Fuck why'd I pull away?

"I'm sorry I don't know why I did that." I said as I stammered to my feet.

"It's fine accidents happen." What? "Just try not to drop me next time." Is she pretending that kiss didn't happen. "It's getting late my dad is probably sick of my mother right now."

"What do you mean? Aren't they like... married?"

"No, Brad. They're not. Because not everyone has a perfect mother fucking life like you do. Not everyone has two healthy parents that love each other, and not everyone can go to the college they want to go to or date the person they want to date or have sex with everyone and their relatives. Okay?"

"I thought you loved Peter."

"Well you thought wrong."

"Then who?"

"Dead. Okay? He drowned. Last summer."

"But- I've been your neighbor since we were kids the only boy I've seen go to your house was Peter."

"You don't know anything so stop acting like you do. You should go, I have to close up"

"Look it's dark I can take you home."

"No. I'm fine." 

"Come on there's creeps in Santa Cruz. Let me take you home." 

"I deal with creeps everyday."

"Like who?"



Shay's POV

He took me home. I only let him because he wouldn't shut the fuck up. Maybe I should tell him... no. I already told him too much. Besides if he wanted to know he'd ask...

"If your parents are divorced why is your dad always at the house?"

"Because I can't take care of my mother and my baby at the same time."

"Whoa what?! You have a kid?!" 

"Yes. Okay? He's one."

"But I never saw you pregnant."

"You don't pay attention to me remember? Beside's that was the year you got in a surf board accident or whatever. You barely left your house after that."

"How do you...?"

"When a girl get's raped it's never on the news if they don't tell. But if a man get's attacked by a shark, everyone here's about it."

"It's not about sex. It's about scene." he said. "Whoa. Raped?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." We sat in complete silence all the way to my house, where my dad's car was parked out front and all the light are on. "Why are the lights on?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" I rolled my eyes. "Jake is afraid of the dark. He doesn't like any space to be dark. That's why our bills are so high."

"What's wrong with your mom?"

"Nothing. I have to go." I said quickly and hopped out of the car. When I got to the door I felt someone tug on my wrist. I whipped around and there was warmth on my lips and arms around my waist and he was kissing me holy shit. I can feel my body melt into his as he holds me to his body. It's too close for me as his tongue slides into my mouth. It's sweet and I like it but I'm vulnerable. I panic and back away. His face is startled and I can bet I'm mirroring his actions. "Um..." I started. 

"Good night." he said and nearly ran to his car. It's so weird, we don't even like each other. I quickly unlocked the door to find Jake eating cake in the kitchen. "What are you doing?"



"Po! Po!" he pointed to my dad sleeping on the Sofa. 

"Well mommy is home now and I say that you can't have cake this late at night." He pouted.

"I want yummy!"

"No it's too late for yummy. why aren't you asleep?" I picked him up out of his high chair.  he squirmed as I took him to his room. 

"Dark!" he shouted. I flipped the switch. No light. I sighed and plugged in his nightlight. Goodbye monsters.

Or not.

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