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.


3. Three

Once again I strutted towards Hector and his stupid ass friends. They stared at me hungrily, and I wasn't in the mood anymore today than I was the last time. "Hey Cherry. Jimmy told me how you got your nickname." he sucked in a breath, looking turned on. His friends chuckled behind him. 

I got my name Cherry when I first met Gia at a party during freshman year. I showed her how to tie a cherry stem around your tongue after she finished puking her guts out in the bathroom. She thought it was cool, and told me "Cherry, that's your name. Stick with me." And we've been glued together ever since that night. But most people take my name in a different direction. Guys go around telling people that I was the best they ever had, even though I never gave them what they wanted. But I always managed to play it cool, not like a scared little girl. 

The truth is I've never had sex. That's my secret. I've been looked at as one of the school whores for three years, but nobody knows anything about me. I have a rep, that I'm never letting go. 

This is the #1 reason why I have absolutely no clue how I'm being challenged to lose my virginity to a guy I don't even know. 

"Hey, you gonna say something? Or just stand there?" Hector snarled. I didn't realize that I'd just been standing there. I don't even remember stopping in front of them. "Come give Papi some sugar." he trudged over to me, removing his hat and staring me down. 

"How about no." I pushed him away lightly and puffed out my chest. 

"You know that I like hard to get, mama." I crossed my arms. 

"Do me a favor, and step away." I honestly wasn't afraid to kick his five foot three ass. 

"What are you gonna do about it... Slut?" Before I could swing my arm around to pop him in the face, somebody already had him down. Brad was on top of him shoving his face into the hard cement. He was spitting words into his ear that I couldn't hear. Hector's boys were laughing, instead of tackling the blonde guy. He stepped off of him eventually. 

"I MEAN IT." he growled, catching me off guard. He spun around and took me by the arm, leading me to his pick up truck in the front of the parking lot. He opened the door for me. "Can I drive you home?" he asked, and I remained blank. I forced myself up into the high car. He smiled, closing the door behind me. When he settled in the driver's seat, he ruffled something behind my chair. "I believe these are yours." he handed me my heels from when I left them just a few days ago. 

"Thank you." I said quietly. I don't know why I felt so shy around him. He seemed, dominant. And I was not expecting that at all. 

"Sorry for being rude. I'm Bradley. But you can call me Brad if you'd like."

"I like Bradley." I told him, adding a flirty tone to my voice. He blushed at my simple words. 

"Cherry, right?" I nodded. "Nice to officially meet you." That obviously means, I've heard of the things you've done, but we've never actually talked. I smiled at his smile. 


He was just being nice. Not flirtatious or cheeky. I showed off the ora that I was known for, and he didn't seem the least bit turned on. "That's a nice necklace you got there, Bradley."

"Oh, thanks. I've had it since my grandma died a few years ago. She gave it to me the night before they brought her to the hospital."

"Aw, you poor thing. Were you two close?"

"Yeah. I guess you can say that she was my best friend."

I released a real whimper of sadness and sighed. And a real apology blurted out. "I'm sorry." I looked down at my red fingernails and my flirty ways were cut off immediately. "Turn here." He roughly made the left turn, not saying a word. "So your dad is a pastor?"

"Hmm, yeah. I get a lot of attention because of that." I grinned without letting him see me.

"What church?"

"United Grace." He was calm, not the slightest bit embarrassed. 

"You're a Christian, right?"

"That's right. Maybe you could come with me sometime. We have youth group on Thursday nights."

"Thursday?" I scrunched my eye brows. 

"Most churches do have some type of service during the week, you know." he chuckled. 

"No, I didn't know." 

"You should come with me this week." 

"Um, I don't know about tha-"

"It'll be great." Stick with the plan, Cherry. Just do it. It's only one day out of your week. 

"I'm not really a church kind of person."

"That doesn't mean that you can't be." I pointed to my house that was coming our way, and he pulled into the driveway behind Macy's car.

"I guess I'll give it a shot. Thanks for driving me. And thanks for doing that back at the school." I climbed down onto the black tar and turned back.

"I don't think women should be mistreated." he winked. That was like the only enticing thing he'd done the whole car ride. It actually made my cheeks hot. I smiled at the ground to collect myself for a second, then looked back up at him. "How about we grab something to eat after school on Thursday, and then we'll drive down to group." Whatever date he's trying to plan, it doesn't seem super romantic.

"It sounds... Good. I'll see you tomorrow, Bradley." I flashed my teeth at him and shut the large door, purposely pranced towards the house in case he had intentions of staring at my backside.


I walked in. "Aunt Mace, is it alright if I go to church with a friend after school on Thursday?"

"Church? You're going to church?"

"If you say its alright."

"... It's alright." She looked bewildered, but I didn't feel like explaining, so I just went to my room to collapse on my bed. 


Bradley seems... I don't know. Something felt different while I was with him. He didn't force any feelings on me, or rush me into anything. Like most guys do. He was smooth and calm, in an almost goofy way. I'd like to think that's how he treats every girl. Or maybe it's just me. But that doesn't mean that I'm ready to give myself to him. I can't fall for him. I just can't. It'll ruin everything. 

This project will be interesting...

The church boy & the whore of the school. 

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