A/N: Thanks guys for reviewing! Yeah, the last chappie was a riff on Callie's meeting with Bradin but I'll steer away from the Callie resemblance soon. I am a fan of the Callie Bradin relationship but for purposes of this fic, she won't be in it. By the way, Summerlander, don't apologize, I realize I made Jessica kind of moody…I'll try to stabilize her emotions and character. By the way, the reason I've been able to update so frequently is that I have a 5 day weekend right now… In a few days I'll be back in school and updating less, just a heads-up.
Bradin's POV
As I watched Jessica disappear, I felt like an unbelievable bastard. First I completely insulted her by having no memory of living in the same town with her and then I kissed her just so Sara would want to be exclusive with me… That was a great way for her to find out… Now she'll never speak to me again.
"Very smooth," Jay raised his eyebrows as he came back out from the house.
"Yeah, I know…" I sighed.
"You know, I wouldn't think you'd be the heartbreaker type," Jay spoke. "But that was one unhappy girl."
"Shut up, okay? You're not one to talk, are you?" I snapped heatedly. Jay was the dirty ungrateful ass that kept hurting Erica and now he's lecturing me! I knew what I did was nasty; he didn't need to tell me. I gave Jay a look before returning to the house.
It really was crappy that I had hurt Jessica but I had gotten Sara back… And Sara made me feel like few, if any, girls had ever done before. It would've been nice if I could have found a better way to get her back, but hey, what's done is done.
I contemplated about going after Jessica but maybe I should just give her space… I really could not believe we went to the school and the same town… There weren't that many people at my school, and I used to think that I had at least spoken to most of them.
Jessica's POVAs I strolled down the streets of Playa Linda a thought played across my mind. It would be hilarious to see Mrs. Westerly find out that her son was no longer a virgin. Mrs. Westerly was a very kind woman, but one who seemed a bit traditional. I wondered where she was working. Come to think about it, I hadn't seen either of Bradin's parents in Playa Linda… It had been a month, wouldn't we have run into each other by now?
I shrugged off the idea and tried to think about anything aside from Bradin. It wasn't as if I loved him or anything… I probably only knew him a little better than he knew me. Those years watching from afar could very well be misleading. Damn, though…his lips were so, so, so wonderful!
Back home, I relayed the story to my best friend in Kansas. After hearing me out, the first thing she said was, "Bradin Westerly kissed you!"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "In a successful attempt to make another girl jealous."
"Bradin Westerly kissed you!"
"That's not the point," I rolled my eyes.
"Get this through your head: Bradin 'SHEXY SHEXY HOTTIE' Westerly kissed you! Whether or not it meant something significant would never have bothered either of us just last month."
"It matters now!"
"Okay, so he was being ass-like. But this is Bradin Westerly, the guy I've had to listen to you obsess over ever since the first day of school! You've spent too many years adoring him to give up now."
"You're supposed to be agreeing with me and saying that I should move on with my life and that he's a jack ass."
"And I would if I didn't know how much you cared about this guy."
"I cared about who I thought he was. I never really knew until now and the guy I see is not the one I had obsessed over."
"You still barely know him, at least forge a friendship with him!"
"How can I after this? He didn't even remember me. And he used me to make another girl want to sleep with him again!"
"First of all, you didn't exactly go out of your way to get to know him in Kansas. You had hernias the moment he so much as glanced your way! But you're right. You should have more self-respect than to suddenly forgive him for being an obnoxious idiot. Just try to keep an open mind; I know that's hard for you, but try. Do not, I repeat, do not talk to him again until you're much calmer. Just see where it goes, and let him come to you. Give it some time; maybe he'll do something that will redeem himself. It is Bradin Westerly, after all."
"That sounds like half-decent advice…but you know me. I can be hotheaded and I will quite probably explode at him again. Not that he doesn't deserve it."
"Play nicely, now. Don't talk to him until you can be civil."
"Whatever."
I hung up soon and I guess the conversation had helped slightly. If anything, it made me realize just how much I had idolized Bradin in the past.
