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.


4. Four

"So Cher, what are you doing tonight?" Kyra asked, throwing a piece of gum in my direction. 

"I'm uh, going out with Brad." Gia's head snapped up, and a grin creeped on her face. She dropped her phone in her purse, her eyes glued to mine.

"When did this happen? Come on, Cherry! We're supposed to be a team. You can't just plan something without us knowing."

"Alright, calm your tits, Gia." I sighed, leaning against the bricks as kids flooded around the loop. "Hector was getting too close the other day, and I told him to leave me alone. When he didn't, I don't know he just kinda came outta nowhere. I'm guessing he threatened him or something. I didn't hear."

"Oh my god! He's a total bad boy." Kyra jumped with excitement, gasping and smiling. "Then what happened?"

"He drove me home and asked me out."

"So where are you and pretty boy going? Anything special planned?" Gia raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I doubt it." I smacked my gum. "He invited me to church." They bursted out in laughter, and I rolled my eyes. "So?"

"Church? Really?"

"Yes, Gia. Church. There's nothing wrong with that. It'll give me a chance to get to know him."

"Oh god, don't go getting all whipped for this guy."

"I'm not! I just met him like two days ago." I blew a bubble and glanced at a sophomore that was staring at me from afar. It popped, and he smiled. I pretended to smile back, like if I was totally into him. "We'll see how it goes." I added, looking away from him and diving back into the conversation with the girls. 

I adjusted my mini skirt and swung my bag on my shoulder as Bradley started to approach us. Kyra looked like she wanted to explode, but kept her cool. Gia stared him down, probably scaring him. "Hello, ladies." They smiled, showing off what they do best. "You ready?" I nodded, and followed him around the school to his car. He walked a bit faster than me, forcing me to keep up. He opened the door of his truck for me, and I climbed into the seat. "How was your day?" he asked, smiling at me from the driver's side. 

"It was... good, I guess. The same as every day." 

"Hmm, cool." He pulled out of the parking lot, and I crossed my legs, focusing on his profile. His hair looked soft and loose. His nose was was just slightly crooked, something cute that not everybody would notice. And his mouth always seemed to be curved in a grin. I looked away before he noticed, and turned on the radio. He watched my fingertips as they twitched at the buttons. "Keep it there." I paused at his words. "Have you heard this song before?" I shook my head, clueless. The piano in the back round was soothing, but strong and the words were flowing nicely. "Don't you know John  Legend?" he asked, with his head dipped. 

"Uh, I-"

"You know, Ordinary People? Heaven? Green Light?" 

"I think I've heard of him." He groaned with a smile, turning the volume up. It gave me a chance to listen to the lyrics. 

All of me 

Loves all of you.

Love your curves and all your edges... 

All your perfect imperfections.

Give your all to me.

I'll give my all to you. 

You're my end and my beginning.

Even when I lose I'm winning. 

Bradley sang along for the next part, making my heart go right through my stomach. It was a sweeping high note. 

"Cause I'll give you a---ll of me. And you give me a---ll of you." 


My mouth hung open as he swayed with the rhythm. He glanced at me, "What?" he questioned, laughing like if he had no clue why I was speechless. 

"I didn't know you could sing."

"Anybody can sing." he smiled.

"Yeah, but I didn't know you could sing LIKE THAT." I stared at him in awe and his let his head fall, looking embarrassed. 

"Like what?" He stretched his neck, keeping his eyes on the road. 

"Good... Amazing." I leaned toward him, finding myself in need for his response. 

"I didn't think you'd catch it. Nobody really knows about that."

"Its nothing to be embarrassed about, Bradley. Really. And I'm not just saying that." He looked at me with a crooked smile as the song finished. "It's a beautiful song." I added, playing with my fingers in my lap. 


"Hey..." I looked up at him. "I like getting to know your soft side." I rolled my eyes at his words, shifting uncomfortably and blushing. He pulled into the lot of a breakfast place. "You ready for pancakes?" he looked so pumped, like a kid. I nodded as he cut the engine. I stumbled out, hoping he didn't notice my clumsiness. He did, and chuckled, taking me by the hand to steady my balance. He let go to hold the door open for me, he lead me to a booth all the way in the back of the classic looking diner. 


"So..." I swirled my straw around in my tall cup of iced tea. He looked up at me, piercing me with his shiny blue eyes. I could feel my cheeks get hot as the next few words came tumbling out. "Is this... a date?" I sucked, letting the cold liquid shock my taste buds. 

"No." he shook his head, smiling. "I mean, I'd wanna take you out somewhere better. This dump isn't very romantic." I looked around, realizing the metal vents attached to the ceiling and the splotches of gum on the gray tiles. He shrugged, finishing off his food and pushing it away. "Last time I checked, dates are supposed to be romantic. Real dates, anyway." I stared at him for a while. "What?"

"Nothing." I hesitated, looking down with a grin on my face. I felt his foot graze mine under the table, and he rose his brows playfully. 

"Ready to go?" I pursed my lips, swinging my feet and forcing my body up to my feet. He slapped some cash on the front counter and we walked out.  

To church we go. 


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