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.


2. Two

I picked at the furry-looking peaches on my tray, poking them with my spork. "There's your boyfriend." Kyra snorted. I saw Brad's tall figure a few feet away. He was striding over to his group of theater friends. I looked down at my lunch, rolling my eyes. 

"I have no insterest in him at all, Ky."

"Mmmmhmmm." Gia laughed. She waited a few seconds before speaking again, and her eyes lit up. "Hey remember what I said the other day about you stealing his pureness..." her eyes narrowed and she tapped her nail on the wooden table, smiling evilly. 

"Yeah?" I looked at her curiously.

"Let's do it. "

"Do what?"

"He's a virgin, so lets have some fun with'm." 

"Don't, Gia. He's innocent."

"That's the best part." she stared at him hungrily. "So here's the challenge. You have six months to get this kid to fall in love with you. Then snatch it and run."

"That's wrong-"

"So what if it's wrong. Don't be such a tulip, Cherry. Have some fun." 

"It'll be hilarious, Cher." Kyra added. I rolled my eyes.

Then he glanced at me, and I took a moment to look at him. His blue eyes were scorching, and his blonde hair was freshly cut. I could see his back muscles right through his gray v-neck. The cross around his neck added something to his appearance, something different. Good, different, I'd say. It gave him a swagger that no one else had. But I wouldn't dare say that out loud. Don't get me wrong, he definitely doesn't look like a nerd. Doesn't dress like one, talk like one, walk like one. He was just... Brad. 

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