Bradley

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.

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14. Fourteen

I felt warmth on my exposed neck. "Good morning, sunshine." He kissed my skin, making me smile. I opened my eyes, and Nick wasn't next to me anymore. I jolted up, catching Bradley by surprise. "He's in the kitchen eating breakfast with Bianca." I sighed at his words, and relaxed. 

"Good morning." i said. 

"So you wanna tell me about what happened last night?" 

I grunted. "My mom called." he nodded, and sat beside me on the lumpy bedding. 

"And?"

"And Nick was upset that she didn't want to talk to him. He's never known what its like to have a real mom."

"Hmm..."

"I mean, she left us. Why would she leave us if she loved us? She didn't love us."

"I'm sure she did, Cherry." he said, grabbing my hand. "She probably only left because she thought it was what's best for you." 

"Why the hell would she think that?" I pulled my knees up to my chest as much as I could. "You know, I knew something was off that night, when she left. The way she said goodbye to me, it wasn't like the other times. I remember crying lie crazy because I didn't want to spend the night." 

"Maybe she thought that your aunt would take better care of you than she could." He kissed my hand quickly. "Maybe she didn't want the drugs to take over her before she could find a good home for you." I fell into his lap, and he played with my hair while I looked at the ceiling. 

"Why would she choose the drugs over us?"

"That... I can't answer." he said. "I'm sorry." I rubbed my eyes.

"I wanna find her." 

"I don't think that's a good idea." 

'Why?"

"Because you might end up disappointed." I frowned, and sat up. 

"I'm used to being disappointed." i told him, and he grabbed my waist. I actually him, something I've haven't done yet to him. His expression showed me that he felt bad for me, in a sentimental way. I kissed him , wrapping my arms around his neck. I worked my hips, getting the tiniest moan from the guy beneath me. I heard laughter behind us, and I jumped. "Oh my god." I squealed, pushing myself off of him as his dad chuckled.

"Morning, Dad." Bradley stood up with a sigh, and I saw that his sweat pants were slung low. I liked it. His dad was getting a real kick out of what he just saw. He held his little belly as he snorted and patted Bradley on the back. I followed him into the kitchen, because I didn't want to be left alone with his father. 

"Hey, buddy." I ruffled Nicky's hair. He was mad at me, I could tell because he didn't even look up. He pretended like I wasn't there, and he continued his conversation with Bianca while he ate his pancakes. I gave up, and took the glass of orange juice that Brad was offering. He showed a small smile and kissed my hair. 

His parents walked in, "Oh honey, you should've seen the way she was seducing him." Mr. Taylor laughed. "It was hilarious. And he was enjoying it." I felt extremely uncomfortable, and I stepped away from Bradley. "That's my boy." he winked. 

"Richard!" his mom hit him in the shoulder. He just laughed while she stared him down coldly. 

"What? I suppose its alright with me if he's dating a slut." he shrugged, and confusion washed over me. What kind of father says these things? "No sex, got that Sherry?" He seemed so different when i first met him. An act, I guess. He was happy and bubbly and friendly. He has the same same smile now, but his ways are twisted. I'm convinced that he's got some serious problems.

"It's Cherry." Bradley groaned, and grabbed my hand. "Come on, I'll take you home." he sighed. His dad started talking nonsense about adultery, and made a dirty joke. But then somehow he turned it back into wise words fro the bible. I let go of Brad and pulled Nick out of his seat. 

"We're going." I told my little brother. I looked at Bianca, and she was embarrassed. I gave her a hopeful grin and followed Brad out. We jumped in the truck and I reminded the little one to strap himself in. I sat in the middle, because he'll get claustrophobic if he doesn't get air from the window. "It's not normal." Bradley stated. His teeth were clenched tightly, and his eyes were cold.

I had my arm around Bradley, my elbow was rested on the leather padding behind him. I was playing with his golden locks. I knew he was ashamed, probably more hurt than I was. "Babe..." I whispered. He kept his eyes on the road, his face serious. He responded with a simple hum. "I think he needs help." I saw his hands grip the wheel, hard. His knuckles turned white and I rubbed his arm. 

"I'm sorry he did that." 

"No, no. I'm fine." Our conversation consisted of only whispers. "Maybe you should talk to him?" 

"I can't do that." i shook his head. 

"He'll get help if you just talk to him." Pause. "He'll do it for you." 

"You don't understand. I've tried it before. He just gets mad and denies it." he huffed. "He hasn't done a sermon at church all week. He's got other people covering for him." I rubbed his back. "He calls himself a pastor... a follower of God...." he was fuming, and his volume rose enough for Nick to hear. "He's been so cruel. It's like I don't know him anymore." he pulled into the driveway and set his pick-up into park. I told my brother to go ahead, and he did. 

I put my hand on Brad's thigh and ran my fingers through his hair once. "He just needs a little bit of help, that's all. He can get back on track if he makes the effort." His expression was zombie-like, and it took him a while to look me in the eye. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you." I thought he was mad, so I waited for another tiny lecture about his dad's unchangable ways. But, no... he smiled. "You're a lot better than people give you credit for."  He went for my neck. "You're kind..." He kissed. "Smart..." he sucked. "Beautiful...." he pulled back before my body could melt in his arms. "And you give one hell of a pep talk." he kissed my lips quickly. "I wanna be your boyfriend." he whispered, a grin spreading across his face. 

"Wait in line." I joked, and kissed him hard. I made sure to wrap my arms around his neck. 

"I hope that's a yes." He said. I pecked him again and smirked. 

"Yeah... it is." I hopped out of his truck. I watched him drive out, his smile never leaving his face. 

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