For All The Times You Saved Me || B.W.S (English Edition)

Chapter 5 - Stay with me

Brad's pov:

I'm walking along the driveway to get home, guitar in hand and a thousand second thoughts about what I did wrong with Chiara. The more I think about it, the more I can't find the mistakes. put the key in the lock I stop to think, I don't want to go home, not like this. The front door opens and I find my mom with the garbage bag.

-Hello honey, come in it's cold .- she tells me she goes to the garbage cans.

-No mom, I have to solve something that I left unresolved. I'll be back later. -I tell her.

-What do you have to do Bradley? Has something happened between you and Chiara? .- she asks me returning.

-Yes mom, I tried to "serenade" her under the house a little while ago, but she gave me a pole. Believe me while I was coming back I tried to understand where I could have gone wrong but I don't know where I went wrong and she doesn't tell me. -I say.

-Love listen, come home and think about this tomorrow. Rest. You were in the hospital for days and you skipped school.-

I listen to my mom and I go back home, after dinner I go to my room and I start playing something.

-Hey can I come in?-my dad asks me knocking at the door.

- Come in. - I tell him.

-What have you been playing for half an hour? -He asks me taking the chair to sit in front of me.

-Oh nothing, I wanted to use another song to convince Chiara to stay with me, but I can't. -I tell him putting down the guitar.

-What are you doing? Take your guitar and play. -He tells me.

-And what am I supposed to play? -I ask.

-Ah that beautiful song you wrote recently with the boys. Paper hearts seems to me to be called. Come on.-

-Dad forget it, go to to sleep. -I say looking down.

-Brad look at me.-He says putting a hand on my shoulder.Sing for me come on.-

-And all that I ask, Is that at least you write me back, I'm waiting.Here's my paper heart, Won't you hold it, hold it.- I sing with some tears.

-It's perfect for her and you Brad. Describes you fully. You'll be bingo with this, believe me. Now go to sleep.-He tells me.

- Thank you dad. Good night. - I say.

I just hope that at least this one will be fine. I put the guitar down on the desk and go back to bed.

It's 7:30 am and I'm very late. I get dressed quickly and run to school. I arrive in the hall and in the distance I see Chiara who goes to class with Abby, one of our classmates. I arrive in the classroom and I see Chiara sitting in her usual desk, next to me.

Today she has her hair gathered up, if she were up to me I would untie it, but she is also so beautiful. In the first two hours we have art, a subject that I honestly can't stand, but Chiara likes it a lot, she is really good at drawing.

-Well now I will give you some work to do in pairs, which of course I will decide! - says the teacher.

I pray in all possible ways not to stay with Chiara to avoid taking some words wrong from her.I just had to hope to be with Connor.

-Then Mr. Ball will be paired with Miss Smith, and Simpson will be with Johnson.- Said the prof.

Basically I expected it.

-You will have to recreate a work of an artist to your liking, but in your own way, so imagine that you are the artists. Good job! -Said prof.

Very well I would say. I'm paired with the girl I love but who apparently hates me and I don't know how to draw. Never a joy.