The heartthrob that doesn't know he's a heartthrob. The guy that never leaves the fine arts hall. The christian that goes to church three times a week. The senior with the burning blue eyes. He's a virgin that has me under a spell. And while I'm busy trying to steal his virginity, he's stealing my heart.
He's Bradley.


18. Eighteen

We sat through dinner, Nick and I were quiet. I was sick to my stomach.

"What's wrong with you two?" Macy kept asking me. "Bad day at school?" We shook our heads. 

"So Lila," Mr. Taylor cleared his throat. "Tell me about yourself." He chewed on his veggies and grinned. I pushed my empty plate forward and slouched back. Before I could answer, my phone started singing. 

"May I be excused?" I asked politely.

"Oh, is that Brad?" my aunt wiped the corner of her mouth. "Lila's got herself a wonderful boyfriend. Don't you, honey?" I glared at Richard. 

"Yup." I stood, bringing my phone to my ear. "Hi Bradley." I walked out of the kitchen and plopped onto the couch.


After 20 minutes, I was told to hang up and help with the dishes. My job was to wash while Richard dried. "So..." he said awkwardly. We were the only ones in the kitchen, and the running water was loud enough to muffle our voices. 

"So..." I echoed. 

"Listen, I know it looks bad, sweetie."

"Don't call me that." I demanded. 

"It's just-" he began, but stopped himself. "It would be great if you could not mention this to him." 

"How in the world do you expect me to do about that?" I spoke quietly. 

"I'll tell my family when I'm ready." He got mad, I could see it in his face. 

"You don't seem to understand." I told him. "Your son cries because you're not there. He's always distracted, thinking of you and where you could be. What you could possibly be doing. You're destroying a part of his life that should be exciting. He's graduating soon. He needs his father there for him. He-" My voice cut off the second aunt Macy walked through the door. I didn't realize that I was crying. I passed the last clean dish to Richard and tossed my yellow gloves in the sink. I wiped my face and brushed passed her. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Taylor." I marched out, hearing her voice in the distance. 

"I never told her your last name." she was suspicious, but amused with a smirk.

"We got to talking, learned a lot about each other." he responded somewhat sadly. I ran to my room and fell onto my bed. I thought about Bradley, and all the times he's spoken about it. He was close to crying one time, and it took all of me not to hold him in my arms and stroke his face. 


"How was it last night?" Brad asked.


"How was the dinner last night, with your aunt's boyfriend?"

"He's not her boyfriend." I said quickly.

"What, you didn't like him?" I wanted to tell him, I really did. But it was gonna break his heart.

"He was... Alright." I grabbed his hand in mine as we walked down the hall to my last period. "Thank god it's Friday." I mumbled.

"Let's go to a party this weekend."

"A party? Like a real party?"

"Yes, Cherry. A real party. I get invited to those too you know." I giggled and pushed my head into his arm.

"Okay. I'll go to the party." He kissed me as we stood planted in front of my science room. Then Mr. Q shooed him off and forced me inside. The bell rang and he began on some lecture. 


I found him after school, and he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Beautiful girl." he pecked the spot just below my ear and pulled away, tugging me towards his car. I waved at Kendra, who was parked in the next lot. She noticed me from afar and gave me a smile. I hopped in the truck, making sure to scoot as close as possible to my boyfriend. 

His scent was fresh and clean, and I kissed his neck as he pulled out of the lot. "Are you trying to kill us, woman?" he chuckled, tickling my side. I tried as hard as possible to shove the thought of his father to the back of my mind. "So what about that party?" he asked, trying to distract me. I moaned, working my magic and making him swerve. "Cherry." he grunted, stretching his neck. It gave me more access. He pulled over onto a dead end. "Oh so now you're in the mood?" he joked, ripping his seatbelt off. I bit my lip, scooching back against the passenger door. He crawled towards me, and my mouth remained agape. I squeezed my eyes shut as he grazed my clothed thighs. He leaned his weight on me and we kissed and kissed and kissed. 

Bradley left a little trail of smooches down my neck and into my cleavage. I grabbed his face and pushed it forcefully into mine. He struggled to pull away. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, Cherry." he used his hand to brush over my backside. "I'll stop if you want me to." he whispered.

I found this side of Bradley interesting. In highschool he was a sly kid with a bottled up attitude. A small smile plastered on his face at all times. He was well liked, but seemed to keep his personal stuff private. I was surprised to hear him talk to me like this, but I found it incredibly sexy. "Hell no." I huffed, pushing his body down and taking on the dominant role. I couldn't help but let little moans escape my lips as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. 

"You're so beautiful." "You're mine." "Sexy."

"Kiss my neck." I demanded, the fire between us igniting higher and higher. I peeled off my tight velvet sweater, revealing my tank top. My boobs were literally falling out of my shirt, but I let them be. I let out a strained laugh as he groaned in my ear. It was so hot in the small space, and I couldn't get myself to pull away. I wanted him, and this whole thing made me think about possibilities. Possibilities that he could be the one. 

I've done ass grabs, boob kneads, hickeys, thigh skimming. I got around, but only to a certain extent. But I wouldn't allow myself to go all the way. I forced my hands to move and shove his shoulders back gently. "Too much?"  he questioned, pushing my unruly hair our of my face and breathing hard. I was straddling him, his strong hands on my hips while he ate at my lips hungrily. 

"No, no. I just..." I fell against his chest. "I don't know." I sighed, kissing his chin. He rubbed my bare arms. "I am experienced with all of this, just not the sex thing. I'm just paranoid. I don't want it to go unplanned and go too far and then before you know it-"

"How are we supposed have sex in my pick up?" he teased. I rolled my eyes. "It's okay, babe." he kissed me once more. "I want coffee." he said. And just like that, the subject was dropped. 

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