CHAPTER TWO
1390 Words
Bradly P.O.V
“Bradly!!!!,” my mother screamed at the top of her voice as I heard her footsteps approaching my bedroom.
I hid my pack of cigarettes underneath my wardrobe and jumped on the bed while I pretended to be sleeping.
“Bradly Jon Winchester,” she yelled, opening my door with so much force I expected it to fall off it hinges.
“We just moved into this community and you’re already jumping windows and sneaking in like a thief,”
I didn’t reply her and decided to snore, maybe that will convince her that I was sleeping and she could finally leave my room.
“Don’t act dumb with me,” she said, using my pillow to hit the back of my head.
“Mum!!!” I yelled, rubbing my head.
“Get out of that bed and get dressed, I’m taking you to school,” she screamed
“But I haven’t slept yet,”
“Well you should have thought of that when you decided to sneak out of the house in the night,”
Her voice was so loud that my ears hurt and I knew if I didn’t do as she said she wouldn’t stop.
I sluggishly stood up from my bed and entered the bathroom. I could still hear my mother’s voice in my room. She was yelling about how unkept my room was and how she worked so hard to provide for me.
“Ugh,” I sighed as the water from the shower washed my body off.
My mind drifted back to the girl I saw earlier. She dressed weird for a girl her age and her thick glasses only made it worse. I couldn’t believe she was my neighbor.
Why couldn’t I have hot neighbors that dressed in revealing clothes?
And how dare her father talk to my mum like that?
My mum worked her back off to take of me and my brother.
My brother was an ex-convict who always got in and out of jail for petty crimes so he rarely stayed with us unless when he needed money.
My father left us to Spain to look for a greener pasture or so he said.
It’s been six years since he left and we haven’t heard from him.
Getting out of the bathroom, I threw my Grey T-shirt over my shoulders and matched with a black jean. I knew I looked good in whatever I wore so I never fussed about what I wore.
My mother drove me to a new school, ‘Lakewood High’.
According to her it was the best school in town but I knew this would be another school out of the many schools I would be expelled from.
That’s right?
I was so bad that I got expelled from almost all the school’s I went to. It was either getting into fights or missing classes.
Whatever it was, it didn’t really matter I never lasted that long anyway.
I walked into the school building and I watched as all eyes turned towards me. Mostly girls, there were all feasting on me with their eyes and I even heard murmurs about how hot I was, and how they wanted to f**k me.
It wasn’t surprised. I was handsome so I was used to this treatment.
I walked to class and hardly listened to whatever the teacher had to say. Not that I didn’t understand but I didn’t care. I just waited for school to be over so I could get the hell out here.
EMMA P.O.V
During recess, I walked towards the school front yard.
I was planning on eating lunch at the cafeteria across school.
Seniors were allowed to eat off school campus and I was so excited.
On my way out I turned to my left and my eyes couldn’t believe what it saw.
It was Bradly.
Bradly my neighbor and the guy my father warned me about was in the same high school with me.
Lakewood High was the best school in our community so it was logical that his mother would enroll him here.
I stood there fixated at him.
He was leaning against the wall of the library.
He was wearing a T-shirt with a f**k you sign on it and blue jeans.
He ran his hand through his curly hair and I watched as girls flocked around him.
He was the new guy and everyone wanted to talk to him or be around him.
Why wouldn’t they?
Bradly was handsome. It wasn’t even up to mid-day and he was already one of the popular kids.
Taking a stick of cigarette from the pack in his back pocket, he lit it with the green lighter he had in his hand.
The sign above spelt out :
‘No smoking in the school premises’,
.....but he acted like she didn’t care.
He smoked anyways.
Girls kept rushing up to him, asking for his number and fan-girling over him.
“Hey you,” Bradly called out to me as he brushed past the crowd of students around him and jogged over.
I stood there unsure of what to do.
Why did he want to talk to me?
I looked around to be sure it was me he was talking to.
“Hi,” he smiled, extending his hand towards me.
I stood there shocked, all eyes were on me and I could hear the murmurs of jealous girls.
“Why is he talking to her?” one said, eyeing me like I stole her man or something.
“I heard they are neighbour, maybe he’s doing it out of pity,” another chipped in rolling her eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to leave my hand like this,” he said gesturing to his stretched out hand.
My cheeks turned red as I reached forward to shake his hand.
His hand were smooth and strong at the same time.
“I’m Emma,” I replied, butterflies erupting in my tummy as our hands touched.
His knuckle brushed against mine and I instantly felt weak.
“I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot this morning, I was a little high,” he chuckled and threw the cigarette she was smoking on the floor, after which he crushed it with her left foot.
The way he talked made me blush even harder and the fact that the whole school was looking at us made it worse. I felt like the center of attention and not in the weird you’re the only person that answers questions in the class causing everyone to mock you way.
No, I felt relieved but at the same time afraid because of the way he was making me feel as I continued to blush like a two years old that was just handed a lollipop.
“What was happening to me?,” I thought.
I hardly blushed, but here I was trying to fight off my body reaction to a simple handshake.
It was as if Bradly could sense what was happening to me.
A sly grin spread across his lips as his eyes sparkled in delight.
I knew he what was up to something.
“Am I making you nervous?’,” He asked moving closer to me.
He had closed up the space
I could feel his breath upon my face, it smelt of mint. I took in the citrus fragrance that filled the space between them.
My heart started beating faster. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead
If Bradly moved an inch closer I might just burst into flames.
“No....” I stuttered yanking my hands off his.
“I have to go,” I said walking as fast as I could towards the school’s gate.
“See you around Emma!” Bradly called out to me.
After I made sure I was as far as possible, I turned back to steal a glance at him.
He was smoking again and chatting with the popular students.
I knew boys like Bradly meant trouble but I couldn’t stop feeling shivers up and down my spine as I remembered the way his touch felt on my skin.
Was I becoming attracted to Bradly the complete opposite of me?
Was I attracted to the boy my father warned me not to be with?
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