The Bad Boy He Never Was

Chapter 7 Cherry Pie

"BBRRRRIIIINNNNGGG!!!!" I jumped.. Okay fell out of my bed with a yelp.

"What the hel-" I slammed my hand on the alarm clock still sitting on the floor breathing deeply. This one is worse than the last one!

My legs wobbled as I stood up. Still in shock, I thought to myself as if I was giving a diagnosis. I'm such a doctor!.. I wish. I stink, I need a shower! Well my train of thought is quiet random today.. Shower.

The hot water rolled off my skin making me feel refreshed. Ahh how I love me some showers. I quietly hummed The Show by Lenka. And before I knew it the water was turning cold. With an overly dramatic sigh I got out and dried myself then debited what to wear. "Lace pocket shorts and.." I stood there in shorts and a bra. "Oh! I know!" (Yes I do normally talk to myself in my head and out loud.) I rummaged through my clothes to find the shirt I was looking for. It was a white loose tank top with black print on the front that said 'don't expect the worst. Hope for the best' I out on a nude bra and a red bandeau bra that I could use to cover my cleavage and my sides because the shirt was low cut at the chest and arms. Now where the hell is that shirt! Not thinking I walked down to the laundry room to see if it was in the dryer."Bingo!" I grabbed the shirt the turned towards the door. Shit.

Brad let out a low whistle. "Well, what do we have here?" I tried to cover myself with the shirt that was in my hand.

"Brad, get out!" I demanded sternly.

"But reds your colour!" He took a step closer. I tried to back up against the dryer as much as I could.

"I- I'm serious Brad. Get out." Great I'm sure my stuttering only encouraged him.

"Have I ever told you how hot you are?" His voice was a low growl now.

"Yes, yes you have. Now go." He only stepped closer. I gulped. He tugged at the shirt in my hand a little. "Seriously Brad. Piss off!" I was trapped. But honestly I didn't really mind.

"I like you in shorts and a bra. I don't want you to put anything else on." He smirked. Ahh! That's enough on this. I used both hands to push away his shirtless chest, exposing my own shirtless body. Calmly I walk out of the laundry room with my shirt in hand. I need to be more carful.

I was ready for school in no time. When I got down stairs I saw Brad already standing there. I still had 15 minute tell we had to leave the house. "Hey you want coffee?" I offered. He nodded. I poured a steaming mug full and handed it to him. Then started to add sugar to my own mug.

"Thank you." He stated. I looked at him like he had three heads.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

He cleared his throat. "I said thanks." He shrugged.

I smirked at him, he said thank you. "Your very welcome." I giggled at his little slip out. Brad Nordstrom knows his manners! Ha. I usually only ate breakfast on weekends but u offered him anyway. "Food?" He shook his head. Okay something's defiantly up.

"Hey urm, are you alright?" He looked surprised.

"Yeah I'm fine.. Why?" We'll then.

"No reason just wondering. You just seem slightly distracted." I shrugged.

"I was just thinking." I didn't bother to push. It's best just to leave it at that. The silence in the room stuck out awkwardly. So I broke it.

"I want to apologize," I pause expecting to continue but Brad got impatient and asked.

"For what?"

"I shouldn't have pried about you friends. It was wrong of me.. Sorry." The guilt gone! Kinda.