By: Marissa
A/N: Bradin's birthday will be the same as Jesse McCartney's, just to make the timing right. The story will take place on April 17th.
Bradin walked into his first class, Trigonometry. How he survived this class so far, he didn't know, but luckily it was almost over. The only thing left was final exams. With a dramatic sigh, he sat down in a desk and got out his notebook. Inside the notebook was, of course, notes, a few girls phone numbers, and a calendar.
"Two months Bradin. Two months," Bradin thought to himself. There were two months of school left, and then he was free to do whatever he wanted. He recently turned 18, and he was now legally an adult.
Alyssa P.O.V
A new school…again. A new house…again. New friends…again. Late for class…again. God, I hate my dad's new job. Actually, I hate my dad. If you could call him that. I slammed my new locker shut and walked, no, more like searched for my first class.
I finally found it about halfway through the period. I walked into the classroom, and as soon as the sound of the door opening met with everyone's ears, they turned their attention to me.
"Oh, you must be Alyssa. I'm Mrs. Rayne. Welcome," the teacher greeted from the blackboard. Wow, this teacher seems pretty nice. I smiled weakly and looked around the room. "Can I see your schedule for just a moment, Alyssa?" she asked. I nodded and handed her the paper. I didn't turn my head, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see every person staring at me. Am I that interesting? I'm very short, only about 5'2" or 5'3". I have boring brown eyes and dull brown hair. I'm not fat, and not deathly skinny. I'm Hilary Duff during Lizzie McGuire.
"Okay, Alyssa, you have almost all the same classes as Bradin Westerly. Bradin, raise your hand," the teacher instructed. I turned my attention back to the class and looked around for this 'Bradin' guy. I spotted him after a few seconds of searching and may I say, this guy it pretty damn hot; long blonde hair covering a little of his hazel eyes and the perfect surfer body to match. I know what you're thinking You're thinking that I should go out on a date with him. Yeah, right. Like he would want to go out with me. I bet goes for the ultimate skinny, fake platinum blonde hair girls that I envy anyway.
My thoughts were interrupted by the screeching of the school bell, signaling the end of that class. Bradin walked up to me. "Hey. I'm Bradin," he greeted.
"No, really? I didn't know that when the teacher said it like ten times," I said, being my normal smart-ass self. Bradin laughed. "Alyssa," I said.
"No really? I didn't know that when the teacher said it like ten times," Bradin said, mimicking me. We both laughed and I slapped him on the arm playfully. "Well, Alyssa, it looks like I'll be showing you around for a while." I just smiled and nodded in response. We started walking to our next class, me just following Bradin. Well, duh, I had no clue where I was going.
"Not much of a talker, are you?" Bradin asked me with a slight laugh.
"No, not really." I returned the laugh. I was about to say something else, but was interrupted by a yell.
"Hi, Bradin," some blonde said, touching Bradin's shoulder as we walked past her. Bradin obviously liked it.
"Mandy…" Bradin sang as he spun around and walked backwards while staring at her. Soon, he turned back around, walking with my again.
"Hey, Bradin. What's up?" Some guy yelled walking towards us. They did one of those guy handshakes, which I personally, am getting tired of seeing.
"Same old stuff. Lucas, this is Alyssa. She's new here and I'm showing her around," Bradin explained.
"Hey, I'm Lucas." He reached out to shake my hand. I hesitated, but shook it, in silent response. A couple moments of silence later, Bradin spoke up.
"Well, I have to get to my locker. See ya later Lucas." Bradin grabbed my hand, practically dragging me off with him in the other direction. We continued walking for a minute or so, when I realized that out hands were still linked together.
"Um… Bradin?" He turned his head and looked at me.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, you can let go of my hand now." Who the hell was I kidding? Don't let go! Don't listen to me! Don't let go!
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," he apologized, releasing my hand. Can you say awkward moment?
"It's okay."
One Week Later
After spending a week with Bradin, walking around with him to all our classes- which surprisingly, we had the same but two, Art and Spainish, I got used to the same scenery and how to go from class to class. But I still wanted to 'play dumb' because, well…you would too if you saw him. But, surprisingly, throughout this whole week, he never really looked at Mandy a whole lot when he's been around me, ever since that first day. It's a little strange, because she'll be all over him and he'll just look at me and pull her off. But, whatever, I haven't really been thinking a whole lot about it.
We got to Bradin's locker one day, he got the things he needed, and we were off to English class. A few yards away from our desired classroom, my mind went off into it's own little world, and I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I ran right into some guy, who was much, much bigger than I was. Actually, I think everyone in the school is bigger than I am.
"Sorry," I mumbled quietly. I doubt he heard me. I tried to walk away, but the guy blocked me.
"What's your problem, bitch?" He yelled at me. I didn't answer. Tears started to form in my eyes, as memories flooded back. "I said, what's your problem?" He yelled again.
"Hey!" Bradin yelled. "Back off, dude! It was an accident. Chill!" Bradin walked up to him and gave him a warning glare. The guy groaned and walked away. By now, I was in full-out tears. Yep that's me; the 18-year-old crybaby. Bradin walked up to me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked. I just shook my head in response, trying not to let him see my tears. "Alyssa, don't listen to him. He's just a jerk."
"No. It's not that." By now, all the people in the hallway were looking at me. Great.
"What is it?"
"Can we…just get out of here?" I asked quietly, still fighting my tears.
"Uh. Yeah, sure. Where do you wanna go?"
"I don't care. Anywhere."
Bradin nodded. We walked out into the parking lot and got into Bradin's car.
"Do you want to go to my house? No one's home, and we can do whatever we want, and-," Bradin started, but I interrupted him.
"Yeah, sure. Anywhere that's far away from here," I said, nodding.
"Okay," he said. He started his car and we drove off. About ten minutes later, we arrived at his house. Just as he said, no one was home.
"You have a really nice house," I said, gazing around at my surroundings. "It kind of reminds me of my old house," I added. Uh oh, here come the tears again. I walked over to the couch and sat down, hoping he didn't see me crying. Bradin walked over to the couch and sat down next to me.
"Alyssa…" Bradin said, trying to wipe my tears away, but I wouldn't let him.
"I'm sorry, Bradin. I'm just gonna go," I said, standing up.
"No, Alyssa," Bradin said, grabbing my hand, and pulling me gently back onto the couch. He stared at me for a few seconds, with me staring back. It was weird. I wasn't feeling self conscious or hating the staring this time. Holy crap. Those eyes. Oh my gosh, you can get lost in them forever, and I apparently did because before I knew it, he took my hands in his, and kissed me. Wow. Bradin kissed me. Who said I wasn't going to like it here?
A few seconds later, we both pulled away at the same time, gazing at each other once again. "What just happened?" I asked, sitting back against the couch. Bradin laughed a little.
"I don't know, but I liked it," he said smiling. I smiled back. He leaned in for another kiss, which I gladly accepted, but cut it short.
"Why me, Bradin?" I asked.
He looked at me confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean. Why did you kiss me?" I started. "Why do you like me? I mean, there are plenty of other girls at the high school, and my life is practically a living hell. I have so many problems-"
"I'll fix them. I'll do whatever I can to help. I didn't know that this could happen this fast, but Alyssa, I think I'm falling for you. I think I'm actually starting to fall in love with you," Bradin said. I smiled. Who wouldn't in this situation?
"What about that other girl. That we see in the hallway? Mandy or whatever?" I asked, still not 100 percent sure that he was making the right choice.
"I don't care about her. I care about you."
"Are you sure? Because I saw the way you looked at her, and you looked like you really like her-" I started, but I was interrupted by another kiss; this one being more passionate and real. It pretty much answered my question.
"Does that answer your question?" I swear, he can read my mind. I nodded and kissed him again. We pulled away, and he brushed the hair out of my face, and caressed my cheek with his hand.
"She's no you."
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