Hey everyone. I was so unhappy with the original chap 2 that I decided to give it a facelift. I think this ones better, if u think so tell me, or if not I'll put the first one up.

Read and hopefully enjoy,

MsMcCartney

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Emotional blackmail, Bradins number one weapon. What girl didn't fall for it? He would be nowhere without it. Well, nowhere is a slight exaggeration, he still had his popularity and charming good looks to fall back on.

No girl could resist Bradin. As he strode down the street he was bound to have half a dozen giggling girls running after him, and when he surfed, a large support group would gather at the shore, without fail.

And how did he get to be this sought after? By telling everyone of his 'friends that they were the only one for him, even if he was off in a few minutes to visit another.

Nothing could stop Bradin Westerley.

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'"Mmmm, Brae I don't know if we should be doing this," Erika struggled to get a word in between his rather full on kisses.

"But Erika, I love you, I always have." He unleashed his secret weapon.

She pushed him to the side, looking slightly guilty.

It started to work.

"I'm really not so sure, Jay will have a fit if he finds out we're together, and I don't think anyone will approve of the age difference."

"Baby! We can keep our relationship a secret for the time being, I'm just doing what I think is best for us. I thought you loved me too." There he went again. Bradin pulled a puppy dog face and looked Erika in the eye.

Strike three and she's out.

"Oh, okay," Erika said, smiling weakly.

He leant back over her and kissed down her face, along her chest, and well, you know where this is going. Once again, Bradin Westerley got his way

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A smile spread across Erika's face when she opened her eyes and saw Bradin sleeping peacefully next to her.

The sun shone through the curtains of her beach apartment, sending a heavenly glow over Bradin's face. If only god had known what he had been up to that night…

"Bradin" she whispered softly into his ear. He didn't move a muscle.

"Bradin, wake up," she repeated, louder this time.

Bradin yawned loudly and reluctantly opened his eyes.

"Who, who's that?" he groaned.

"Me silly, who else," Erika said, not knowing her question had an answer.

Hmm, maybe Bella, Sophie, Holly, Kris, Ella, Vanessa, Bardie, Tilly, Sonali. He didn't dare think on.

"Hey gorgeous," he said quietly, still waking up. He stretched his arms out in front of him, sitting up slowly.

"Someone obviously had a big night didn't they," Erika giggled

"But I think I might have just enough energy for a repeat," Bradin said flirtatiously, turning to face her.

She crushed her lips against his and he smiled smugly.

When I looked the word 'smugly' up in the dictionary, it gave the example, ' the cane toad smiled smugly as it feasted upon marsh flies.'

The example seemed to fit perfectly, Bradin ate girls alive.

He glanced down at his watch, the only garment that still adorned his body and shouted "shit" as he saw the time.

"Sorry baby, I've got to go," Bradin said jumping out of bed, leaving Erika with a frown on her face.

"Brae, why can't you stay, just a bit longer," she whined.

"I really do have to go Erika," he said in a bit of a huff.

"Well, at least stay for a shower, you are a very dirty boy," she said seductively.

A smile spread across his face and he replied, "maybe I could stay, jus a few minutes longer."

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"Tell me the truth, like am I fat?" Bradin looked at the girl, who couldn't have weighed more than 45kg in disbelief.

"No Sasha you're just fine," he replied in a dreary tone.

"It's Jess, but it's okay you can call me Sasha if you want, if it's easier. Anything for you Brae," she giggled and said in a high, sugary voice. Bradin mentally rolled his eyes.

Bradin sat opposite a girl, obviously effected by the hazards of peroxide. So far the conversation had been in no way stimulating, but Bradin reminded himself if he pretended to be interested, where this date would finish up.

"Look, Jess, I'm getting a bit bored of just sitting around, do you want to maybe, go somewhere, more quiet," he said, knowing he'd get his way.

The brainless girl looked as if she was going to burst and squealed "YES!"

They left the café, and headed back to Bradin's place, more precisely his bedroom, Jess gripping tightly to his arm, cutting off all circulation.

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As they say, seeing is believing. Erika didn't believe Jay when he said getting involved with Bradin would only end with her in tears, or those other hundreds of girls who knew Bradin for what he truly was, a dirty, rotten player.

But when Erika saw him, butt naked, with some perky blonde straddling his lap, and a look of ecstasy upon his face, she believed.

She stood frozen at his door, thinking in how many tongues she could scream I HATE YOU BRADIN WESTERLY, but unable to get a word out.

"It's not what it looks like looks like" was all he could say. Disappointing comeback really, for someone so experienced in this sort of situation.

She bolted out of the room, but stopped in her tracks when Bradin yelled out 'WAIT!"

A few seconds later he popped out of his room, stark naked.

Erika shielded her eyes and turned away.

"What? It's nothing you haven't seen before."

Erika turned back to face him, just to realise he was standing no more than a few inches away from her.

"Why don't you come join us?" he said seductively, moving closer until she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"Oh my god, a new fucking low for Bradin Westerley," Erika shouted, pushing him away with quite a force. "You sleazy fucking idiot."

"I'm sorry Erika. I don't know what's wrong," he said, slightly over-rehearsadly.

"How dare you make me look like I'm the one at fault," she screamed with growing aggravation. "How could I let myself be humiliated by a freaking seventeen year old? This was all a bad idea," she continued, shaking her head.

"Look, I didn't think it was serious, we were just having a bit of fun," he said as if it would make everything better.

"You have a nerve Bradin Westerley. You're just one big fucking dick," she yelled, taking the final word, before running off.

"You sure you don't want to join," he called as she disappeared down the corridor.

He shrugged his shoulders when he heard the door slam and walked back into his bedroom.

"What was that all about?" Jess asked, looking completely confused.

"Oh nothing baby, now, what were in the middle of?" Bradin said, chuckling slightly.

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You would have thought that Bradin would have been even just a bit upset when he 'broke-up' with one of his 'girlfriends,' but he just shook it off.

(Inverted commas seem to be of a common use is this story don't they.)

To him there was always plenty more fish in the sea, and losing one girl was no problem, in fact, it meant he had less to worry about. That way, he could put in even more love and commitment to surfing. (It's funny, guys usually hate those words unless they are relating to sport, cars etc.)

If only he cared as much for his girlfriends as he did for the surf

In Bradin Westerley's world, surfing was sacred, and sex was not.

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Yay finish, how was it guys? Spicier than the original. Haven't got much to say except, from what you've read, do you prefer Refreshingly Unoriginal or Making Waves.

Love always, MsMcCartney.