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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20. Twenty

I woke up sprawled out on his chest. When I looked up, he was already awake, smirking. "Sorry." I spoke, pushing myself off of him. My voice was groggy and my hair was a mess. 

"No, i like it." He pulled me back in and shoved his face in my neck. I giggled, trying to get him away from my tickle spot. He breathed in and let out a little growl that made me laugh. 

"Bradley." I hissed. "Your mom is like, next door." I squeezed his arm to show my hesitation after he gripped my backside. 

"She's two doors down." He ate at my collarbone and i tried not to squeal. I hugged him, and we laid like that for awhile. He pressed tiny kisses to my neck that was exposed from my big white t-shirt. My teeth tugged at his ear as my grip tightened around his neck. I sighed. 

"Son." i jolted when i heard the familiar voice. Bradley shifted from his position on top of me and looked up at his father. He was still wearing what he wore at my house last night. 

"Did you just get home?" was the first thing my boyfriend asked. 

"Yes." 

"Where were you all night?" 

"It's not really any of your business, is it?" he cleared his throat. 

"It is, actually. I'd like to know why my mother is sleeping alone at night." his voice grew louder, and his face went pinker than usual. I felt awkward there beneath him while he fought with his father. But I watched. 

"Cherry, why don't you give my son and I some privacy?" Richard suggested. I shifted beneath my boyfriend, but his pressure increased on me. 

"No, she's not going anywhere." 

"Then why don't we start by getting you two peeled off of each other..." he was being stern and trying to act like a dad, when most of the time he was far from it. I pushed Bradley off of me with a huff. 

"I think I'm just gonna go, Baby." I whispered, but I know his father heard me. When I tried to get up, Brad only allowed me to go so far. We both stood up  and he demanded me to sit. I obeyed, crossing my bare legs and glaring at my blond guy. I winced as he yelled in his father's face, and I squeezed my tense legs. 

"You have no respect for your own family." He shouted. "You're far from being a dad, let me just say. Bethany is never even home anymore. She doesn't want to be here!" he sighed, and his red face settled to pink. I shuddered when his voice lowered to a whisper. "Bianca doesn't even talk about it. She probably just tells herself that none of it is real. You know what she told me? She told me that she thinks that you don't love her anymore. That she's not your baby girl anymore. She-" he couldn't go on, because tears were in his eyes. I reached for his hand but he shook me off. "You fucked up." he finished, leaving the room. I was left with Richard, pale faced with icy eyes. 

"I don't want you to see my son anymore." he rubbed his eyes as my jaw fell slightly at his words.

"You can't do that." I shook my head. This man has caused so much harm, and now he was gonna make me cry. I gritted my teeth, and took a deep breath. 

"I can. I can do whatever I want in this house, because its my house." 

"You're never home!" I screamed, standing up. I forgot for a second that I wasn't wearing pants. He stared at me, disgusted, and I stumbled over to pick up my dress. "If you think that you're even close to being good enough for my aunt," I whispered, fuming. "You're wrong. You're far from it."

"I find it funny that you think that you're good enough for my son." His face was inches from mine. "News flash, sweetheart. It looks like we have the same problem."

On my way down the stairs I shimmied into my dress and clutched Brads white shirt in my hands. I heard the screen door open after me. "Cherry!" I turned around to look at my sad boyfriend. "What did he say to you?" He was almost screaming, with enough force to scare me. I had never seen him act with so much aggression as I had today. "CHERRY." I shivered at the sound of my name. And then he grabbed my hand and kissed it gingerly. "Baby..." His tone eased when he saw the tears in my eyes. "What did he say?" he was out of breath, trying to find something in my eyes. "Did he put his hands on you?" I hugged him, and all I wanted to do was tell him. Tell him everything about Aunt Macy and his dad. About the stupid bet that I made with Gia and Kyra. About how it's true that I'm not good enough for him. He just buried his face in my hair and sighed. "Talk to me, baby." 

"I can't see you anymore." I whispered, a bit too low. 

"What?"

"He said I can't be with you." I said a little louder. 

"He doesn't make that decision." Bradley pulled his face back to look at me. "He can't tear us apart, no matter how hard he tries." 

"He's your dad..." I whimpered, pouting. 

"He's dead to me." 

Those fours words stunned me. I was frozen, even when he kissed me. I couldn't react back. 

"Let's go for a drive." he said.

"No, I just want to go home." I fumbled with his hands in mine. I didn't say it with attitude, just innocence. 

"Come on," he pecked at my neck, making me creep a smile. "it'll be fun."

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