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.


6. Six

"I didn't think it would be like that." I told Brad, jumping into the car. My legs were cold and my teeth were just starting to chatter. 

"Is that a good thing?" he chuckled, buckling his seat belt. 

"It was a thousand times better than I though it would be." I smiled, and he just nodded at first. 

 "I'm so glad you liked it. I knew you would." He kept his eyes on the road, grinning to himself. "Trevor told me that he wants to see you again. He liked you." Trevor was the adult in charge. The guy who ran the service. I knew that he was trying hard to jam the advice into our heads, and he was good at it. He made sure to smile at me from time to time, because he knew that it was my first time. I saw him talking to Bradley at the end of the group time, while I waited for him by the door. "Do you think you'd wanna come back?" Bradley asked, after his long pause. 

"I'd love to." I flashed my teeth. "I didn't think the message would affect me like that." 

"It's deep, huh?" He felt the same way I did. "Always is."  


I hopped out. "Hey, Cherry..." 

"Hmm?" I turned around, looking into his eyes. 

"I'm real happy you decided to stay tonight."

"Me too." I winked at him. "Oh, here's your jacket." I began to shrug it off. 

"No, hold it. It's chilly tonight." I gave him a small giggle. 

"Thanks for breakfast." 

"Anytime. Maybe one of these mornings I'll take you out for a hearty steak." he laughed. 

"Weirdo." I shook my head. I stepped back and shut the car door, keeping my eyes locked on him. Sooner or later I had to pull them away, I turned on my heel to walk to the porch. He didn't speed away until I was safely secured inside. I waved through the screen door, taking one last look at him. I didn't even hear Aunt Macy call my name over my shoulder, attempting to greet me. I was distracted by a beautiful distraction. 


"So how was it?" Kyra asked, taking a seat in front of me at the lunch table, Gia by my side. 

"It was good, not as boring as I expected." I told the truth, but decided to keep the details to myself. They wouldn't believe in a million years that I enjoyed it. 

"Did you kiss him?" Gia tugged, picking at the grapes on my tray.

"Nope." I said simply, my orbs travelling to a tall golden figure across the cafeteria. He made a funny face at me, triggering his friends to look at me awkwardly. I smiled at his risen eyebrows and looked down at my food. 

"Why not, Cherry! It was like you're perfect opportunity after he drove you home."

"I know," I admitted. "But I didn't." I gave her a sharp look, not exactly meaning to. She didn't bite back, just shifted her focus to something else. 

"Cher, he's coming over here." She had her grin ready, and her chest popped out. Kyra was chomping on the crusty cheese sticks that were served for lunch, and she froze when Gia's words flew out. "Hey, hot stuff." she leaned back in her seat, staring at him hungrily. I looked up at him, paying her no mind, encouraging him to do the same with my eyes. 

"Afternoon, girls." he nodded at their efforts. "Cherry."

"Yeah..." I wiped my mouth, licking my lips afterwards to keep a sense of sexiness bouncing. 

"I wanna take you out." he blurted, leaning forward over the wooden table. 

"Do you?" I smirked, using my nails to tickle the noticeable veins on his hands. He liked it, I knew because he bit his lip. He nodded. 

"On a date." 

"Sounds good to me." I flipped my hair over my shoulder, knowing that there was people watching from all different angles. I ignored it, focusing on the way his navy blue shirt clung to his shirt. It made my expression filled with excitement, adding a bit of playfulness to the situation. 

"I'll pick you up at 8. Saturday night." He turned his back smoothly, playing it cool. It made me smile, the act he was pulling. 

"Bradley." I said his name loud and clear as I stood to my feet, grabbing my purse and picking up my tray. I headed towards him, the girls not far behind me. I dropped my lunch in the garbage can next to me, and by now he was turned around. I pushed on my tippy toes to get just close enough to his ear. "I just love the way that shirt fits you." I placed my hand on his chest, and took a quick second to breathe in his scent. He smelled like spearmint and cologne. I stepped in front of him, walking to my next class as Gia and Kyra giggled behind me, probably walking with a strut just as I was. I knew he was looking, and it made me smile. 

Followed by a sigh, because so was the rest of the school. 

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