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.


13. Thirteen

"He's gone."

"Gone? What do you mean gone?"

"I mean exactly what I said. He jumped out the window and he's gone." I grabbed my red hoodie from the rack and tugged on my booty slippers. 

"Wait for me, Lila!" my aunt screamed after me, but I was already out the door. I ran up and down streets, all over our small community. Then I made the effort to check the library, since he always wanted to drag me there. I searched the walking trails and the next community down. It was almost ten o'clock by the time I found my self trudging towards Bradley's house in the dark.

I knocked on the door, praying that they weren't sleeping. I was two seconds from falling apart. I knocked again, and crossed my arms, biting hard against my lip when he yanked the door open. "Cherry..."

"Listen I know you don't want anything to do with me but Nicolas ran away and I-" I covered my face with my hands and whimpered, sighing when he pulled me into his arms. He shushed me gently, and rubbed my back, it was the exact gesture I was yearning for. 

"He's asleep on the couch." he whispered. He looked down at me with his glad blue eyes and smiled. I pushed him hard, and wiped my face with a smile. I sniffled as I made my way inside to find my little brother fast asleep on the sofa bed. I stroked his dark hair and kissed his forehead. "I found him playing with his action figures in the park on my way home." I saw the cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table, almost empty with soggy marshmallows. "I was just about to call you." 

"Why didn't you call me the second you found him?" He tilted his head, encouraging me to join him in the kitchen to talk.

"He didn't want me to tell you that he was here. He was mad about whatever happened earlier, and he didn't want anybody to come and get him. So my plan was to call you when he fell asleep."

"Bradley, I can't tell you how thankful I am for this. Somebody could have taken him, and hurt him." I started to sob again, an ugly sob. He hugged me. "You still brought him here and took care of him even though I was a bitch to you."

"Well, I wasn't gonna leave him there." He smiled. "I may have overreacted yesterday. So I think is safe to say that it's not all your fault." 

I kissed him. Standing on my tippy toes with my tear stained cheeks, I was gentle and soft with him. When we pulled away there was a sense of awkwardness, and I sniffled. "I'm gonna call my aunt"

I told her that Bradley had offered to drive us home and she was beyond relieved that Nicky was okay. I told her not to wait up.

I laid there with Nick, running my fingers through his locks. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I also didn't mean to dream about him. Bradley. I dreamed joyfully and peacefully, and I would't doubt it if you told me that I was smiling in my slumber. 


The girls were right. 

I was whipped.

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