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.


5. Five

Bradley politely opened the entrance door for me. I was surprised to hear loud music thumping from the inside. I looked at him curiously, and he smiled, encouraging me to go in with a nod. "I don't know about this Brad-"

"Don't worry, I won't let you out of my sight." I held my purse tightly and sighed as he snaked his arm around my back. He greeted some people and we walked through another set of doors, where the real thing took place. It was like a mini concert, with a bunch of teenagers cheering at the blaring instruments. I don't know what I expected, choir gowns and organs playing I guess. "Here, I want to introduce you to someone." He lead me to the corner, where a red head girl stood. "This is Kendra. She goes to our school." He smiled at her, and when she laid eyes on me, her expression went blank, but she managed to perk up a grin. I saw her looking at my skirt, then my top, then my face. She looked unsure, and I felt the need to lean into Brad. He held me, noticing Kendra's reaction. 

"I'm Lila." I smiled weakly, still using my eyes to hold her cold stare. Bradley turned his head, looking down at me. 

"Lila?" I nodded, biting my lip. 

"Yeah. My real name."

"It's nice." he whispered in my ear, making me giggle. We stood there awkwardly for a second. "Kendra is gonna show you around while I go set up in the group room." he glared at her, and she rolled her eyes. I backed up, taking him by the hand and squeezing it. 

"You just told me like five seconds ago that you wouldn't let me out of your sight."

"You'll be fine. Kendra won't bite."

"Um, she obviously hates me. Did you see the way she was looking at me? Like if she wanted to rip my head off..."

"Its just... your reputation. She'll get over it." he paused, thinking for a moment. "Here." he took his jacket off and swung it around my smaller body. It hid my revealing outfit. "Feel better?" he asked.

"I guess..." 

"Okay, I'll be back in ten minutes." I watched him leave, and join a handful of friends on the other side of the room. I tiptoed towards Kendra, who was on the floor connecting a wire to an extension cord. She must be some sort of helper when it comes to this concert stuff. It triggered a round of colorful lights towards the stage. She stood up, taking another good look at me. 

"So.." she began. "You and Brad, hmm?" 

"It's not really what you think."

"You seem to be exactly what I think." she turned on her heel, and started strutting away. I followed. 

"Excuse me?" We went through a door, where I found myself in a room filled with light, much different from the setting I'd just left. 

"You act like I don't know who you are, Cherry. For God's sake, you're the whore of the school." For someone in church, she wasn't exactly the godliest person. "Face it, you don't belong here."

"Well, I was invited. So I'm staying. Whether you like it or not." She stepped up to me, and I decided that I wasn't going to be so nice anymore. "Problem?" she scoffed at my confidence, glaring at me. 

"You've got the problem."

"Listen, Kendra. You don't know a damn thing about me. So before you judge, you should really check yourself." 

She pushed me. So I pushed her back. She pushed me harder, and I was shoved against the yellow wall behind me. "Hey, hey, hey!" Bradley jogged towards us. "What do you think you're doing?" He was focused on Kendra, his blue orbs blazing. 

"You know, when you said that you were bringing a friend along, I didn't think it'd be her." 

"I suggest you shut your mouth." 

"Or what?" I took a quick step forward, and Bradley scooped me up effortlessly to another back room with a strong arm. I didn't fight in his hold, just stared at the cold girl who was now being calmed down by one of Brad's friends. 


"Seriously, Cherry?" He let go of me, and steadied my body before I tumbled over. 

"She started it..." I huffed, crossing my arms. 

"You should've just let it go."

"How was I supposed to let it go?" I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm, uh, I'm gonna go."

"Wait, why? It didn't even start yet, they didn't even finish worship." he caught my arm before I could go, and pulled me back to him. 

"I've already embarrassed you."

"So you're just gonna walk home?" he shifted his weight, lifting his brows and smirking. 


"Listen, you didn't embarrass me. Nobody even saw anything." 

"I don't think I fit in here. I don't really enjoy it when I'm being called a whore by people who aren't supposed to be judging me."

"Cherry, you're so confident in school. You never care what people think. I watch the way you turn your back at everyone. Why is it different here? Just ignore them."

"Because it's church." I looked down and fumbled with my fingers, scratching at my nail polish. 

"Yeah, that doesn't mean it's not still full of a bunch of hormonal vicious teenagers. If you don't want people to think of you that way, maybe you need a new reputation for yourself." I looked up, defeated. 


I've never admitted how much I hate my school life. Not a day passes that a little blonde chick wearing a sweater vest doesn't look at me crooked. Guys mistreat me, immediately thinking I'm easy. I go with the rumors, and I get attention, but not the good kind. Gia and Kyra love it, probably live for it. They dress 10 times worse than I do, having sex with guys left and right. But I'm afraid if I drop them, and the reputation, I won't be able to find myself. The real me. So I play the game. I just don't know how much longer I can take.

"I'll stay." 

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