Bradley is smoking hot. He's a man whore. Every girl wants to jump in his pants not to mention a few guys. But then, there's Shay. She hates everything about him, from his floppy hair to his Australian accent.
Shay is a bookworm. She reads and reads and reads. If she's not reading she's dancing in her mother's studio.
Somehow Bradley finds this ever so endearing and tries his very hardest to get her attention. But of course he'll never get it.


5. 5


I'm getting really sick of people being immature. It's not all of you but some. I have homework, I need to keep my gpa up. On a list of things to do 'updating' my book that you guys are reading for free is last. I don't care if you guys think I'm being rude but some of you are acting like assholes. Change your tampon and get the fuck over it. I love you guys but seriously? STOP. It stresses me out and when I get stressed out I don't write good. I realize you like reading my stories and that makes me happy, BUT STOP WITH THE UNFAVORITE THREATS. I couldn't give two shits if you unfavorite for actual reasons. But if you say that 'you don't update enough'  I really would rather you un favorite, honestly. I write for myself. It's always been like that. I don't care if I get 2k views or 2 views I write because it takes my mind off of my life and sometimes my life runs into that. I'm busy fighting off my eating disorder and when I start writing on my free time I barely have time to eat. My friends are trying to kill themselves and I can't talk to them and write at the same time. My cousin's baby needs me because my cousin has to work and I can't mend to a 2 month old and type. My teachers are piling on homework, I have two projects both due in a week and my gpa is slipping and what school is going to accept me if I have a 2.9 gpa when I started out with a 3.6?! I'm sorry my life is so hectic okay? I'm sorry I can't update everyday like I want to but you're just gonna have to deal with it or leave.


Brad's POV

"Come over." I spoke into the speaker. Christina laughed.

"Can't get enough of me can you?"

"Shut up and drive over here now." She sighed.

"Can't. I'm with your sister. Shopping." 

"Ugh. She's still alive?"

"Oh come on. You don't act like that if I mention your brother."

"You never mention my brother and if you did I'd bash his face in."


"You're mine." I growled. "He can't have you."

"One, we are friends with benefits. Two, he's hot so he can have me whenever he wants."

"Three he's Married with two kids."



"So. I'll be right over." 

"That's what I thought." I smirked. I wasn't into it. I knew that. I just wanted to get my mind off of her. She's annoying and she acts like my mother. But when she's in her comfort zone she's so... different, and I like her. But I could never be with her in that way. I don't see her in that way. 

Shay's POV

Jake shrieked. I ran to him god knows what was happening. 

"What? What's wrong." He pointed to mom's room. My eyes widened as I ran to her. She was bent over the bed puking.

"Mom..." I started but I couldn't finish as the tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'm gonna call the hospital." My mother has Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia which has a 79% survival rate. I ran to the phone. "I need an ambulance here now." 


Brad's POV

"Took you long enough."

"Some Ambulance was behind me. I had to pull over." 

"For how long?"

"I don't know dammit a while." she rolled her eyes. "Do you want a blow job or what?" My attention turned towards the sirens across the street. 

"What's going on?"

"I don't know it's that... girl." 

"She has a son." I panicked.

"She? She had sex? Whose is it? Yours?" She laughed.

"No. Fuck no. You don't know anything." 

"I do actually. I know her mom has Leukemia and that ambulance is probably for her." Her blue eyes bore into mine. "My thoughts say you're the one that doesn't know anything." I pushed past her and opened the door. 

"Please she's my mom!" She shrieked, a baby was crying in her arms.

"You can't bring the baby it's too risky." A woman said.

"I don't have anyone to help me."

"I'll take care of him." I blurted. Fuck why'd I say that?

"Not with her there." She crumpled her nose looking at Christina. "Besides you know nothing about taking care of babies."

"Sure I do. My brother he has kids. I take care of them. Just go with your mom." She sighed and kissed the baby on his head. 

"Sh. Sh. It's okay." She looked at me nervous. I'll go get his diaper bag." She handed me the baby. 

"Hey little guy." He blinked at me. I blinked back. He giggled and pointed behind me. Christina looked scared as fuck. I gave her a small smile.

"Foo Foo." 


"He means milk." Shay said from behind me. "No, Jake those are fake." 

"Actually..." I started.

"Don't." She shook her head and handed me the bag told me how to do things and hopped into the ambulance. I walked back across the street and Christina looked even more confused. 

"What? Why didn't she take her kid? Why do you have it?"

"It's a boy and his name is Jake." I rolled my eyes. 

"If you're gonna be with that kid I'm leaving."

"She wanted you to anyway."


"She doesn't want you around her kid." Her mouth dropped open.

"Foo foo!" He reached his hand out.

"No those are mine." I smiled at him. "Besides there's no milk in there. You're not missing out." I looked at Christina who wore the same expression. "Well bye."

"What?! You're gonna listen to her?!"

"Well you don't wanna be here and she doesn't want you here. Works out fine." I leaned in and kissed her forehead, the taste of... What was that? Concealer lingered on my lips. Gross. Shay doesn't wear makeup... you stupid fool Brad. I walked into the house and shut the door behind me. What to do now? Call Amanda.

"You? Babysitting?!" My sister laughed. "Priceless."

"Look, Amanda, can you help me?"

"Fine I'll be right over. Where are you?"

"Across the street from my house." I heard whining, he was gonna start crying, odds are so was I. "Hurry." I said and hung up.

"DARK!" He screeched. Shit I already fucked up.I ran into his room and flipped on the light. His eyes were big and his bottom lip was trembling.

"Oh god please don't cry. I'll do anything."

"Yummy yummy!" What the fuck was that?

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