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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16. Sixteen

"Babe...Cherry... Baby..." I swatted at him and sat up quickly, snatching my ear buds out. "It's just me." Bradley put his hands up in surrender. "What are you doing here? I've been looking for you all day." I observed my surroundings. Everyone was getting in their cars to go home, it was the end of the school day. 

"I'm sorry. I guess I just didn't get enough sleep last night." 

"What are you doing in the back of my truck?" he chuckled. 

"I got into an argument with the girls." 

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head, and he waited a second. "Okay well, I have to go pick something up for my dad at the church. Some paperwork. You wanna come?" 

"Mmmmhmmm." I yawned and stood up. He took my sides and swung me over the side, dropping me safely on the ground. 

I hopped into the passenger seat of his truck and rested my head on his shoulder as he started the car. He used him arm to push me into him, and he kissed my head. I breathed in his scent and sighed. He rubbed my side gently and drove off. 

Since this morning, I felt like Bradley and I had gotten somewhat closer. There wasn't that tiny hint of awkwardness anymore. I guess that's what happens when you become someones girlfriend. I mean, I've always been comfortable with him, but now I guess I feel like... Like I belong to him. And it feels good. 

"I like you a lot." I whispered in his ear, keeping a seductive string between us. He just smiled, and kept his eyes on the road. He moved his hand lower, catching my vibe. He squeezed my hip and kissed my head again. I turned on the radio, triggering his musical side. He started singing the tune immediately, some Justin Timberlake song. I giggled as he started serenading with the wrong words. 

His voice was amazing, but I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable if I told him that. After a few songs, we arrived at the church and I followed Brad inside. He had a key, which got him into the stair well. The main church was huge, at least twice the size of the youth center that I visited. A woman greeted us at the top of the steps, who was making her way down. And a tall man shook Bradley's hand, wishing him a good day. We walked into a quiet office, full of cubicles and people on there computers. Up ahead there was a door and a plaque beside it that read Pastor Richard Taylor. 

We walked in after he used another key to unlock the door. He turned on the light and sighed. he individual office was very neat and clean. There was no evidence to show that it was owned by a troubled man. There was large picture of his kids on the wall. Smiling Bradley was surrounded by his bubbly sisters, in a field of white daises. He looked about 15 years old. 

I watched as the blonde guy rummaged around, looking for what he needed. Someone knocked. "Come in." He responded. 

"Brad, hi honey." The middle aged woman pranced over to give him a kiss and stepped back. 

"Nancy, this is my girlfriend, Lila." 

"Hi." I waved bashfully and she nodded. 

"Nancy is my dad's assistant." he told me, then turned back to Nancy. "Do you have his papers?" 

"Oh, yes I do!" she scurried out and popped back in a minute later. I was sitting in one of the chairs placed in front of his desk, staring at my boyfriend. His gaze was ripped off of mine and he politely thanked Nancy for the folder. "It was so nice to see you, and wonderful to meet you, Lila." she put her hand on my shoulder. "We really miss him here." she said sadly, and stepped out of the room. Bradley ran his fingers through his hair, and slammed the folder on the desk. There was a cup of old coffee sitting there, and he stared at it. He was leaning, his hands spread out against the wood. i touched one of them, forcing him to look at me. 

"It's okay." his jaw was clenched. "Get it out of your head." I told him. "Let's go, babe." 

He grabbed his keys and I took the folder. He made sure to hold my hand on the way out, the anger never leaving his face. He didn't even say goodbye to the ladies at the front desk, who were willing to say their goodbyes. My hand was gripped tightly in his until we met his car. We went our separate ways and found each other once again on the leather padding. I didn't sit close to him this time, I just rested my head against the warm window. "Let's go get dinner." he said softly. I hummed in response, agreeing. 

~~~~~

We stopped in front of a taco place and he went inside to order. I got the blanket from under the seat and spread it across the back of the pick-up. I hopped up and scooted towards the window. Bradley came out with a fake grin. I knew he was upset, but he kept acting like everything was fine. He moved over by me and dumped all the food it front of us while I sipped on the soda. "Don't be a hog." he chuckled, and stole it from me. I started picking at my food and he stared at me for a long time. I decided to look up and my eyes met his. 

"What?" He just blinked without responding. He took the quesadilla out of my hand and put it down. His body leaned against mine and he used his hand to brush the fly-aways out of my face. He stayed there, the warmth of his hand heating my cool cheek. I smiled when i saw his grin, a real grin. "I forgot to tell you earlier..." he said, his mouth lingering against mine. His lips swayed against my mouth and i tried not to smile. "I like you too. A lot, I mean." He pushed his face forward, colliding it with mine. His smile hit mine hard, but I wanted it too much to pull away. Even with my quesadilla breath, I kissed him hard and he kept my head in his hands.

We kissed until the sun went down and our food got cold.

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