Denim Shorts ~ Bradley Simpson

twenty eight

• Lauren •

Slowly I walk back to my dorms tired and sleepy. My eyes flutter in the sun as my feet drag along the floor. It's to early to be waking.

The guys headed off to a meeting this morning leaving me in there house. By my self. I felt to awkward so I locked up and left. Maybe I should of stayed? Well I've gone now, might as well go.

Abby's still asleep when I get in so I fall into my bed and try and catch up on my morning lay in.

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"If we take the actors Josh Hutcherson and Matt Le Blank, for example, we know that Matt has obviously been in many more films as well as movies and perhaps is the better actor but, Josh started when he was a child of 8 and didn't start in porn" the teacher says from the front of the room.

Abby sits next to me at the back of the class humming a tune as we both watch Mia desperately get a guys attention who's having none of it. Deliberately she drops a pen on the floor and bends down to get it, and might I add, as she bends down she sticks her ass in his face and he pushes her hips out of the way.

"Fuck off Mia!" He hisses writing down some notes. She sits in shock and shoots a look at her minions. They both shrug and begin writing too.

She's lost her game. Bless her.

Abby nudges me and hands me a flooded up peace of paper.

'Want to go into town after this lesson? Me, you, Brad and Jake? x' the note reads. I smile at her and the teacher strides over and quickly I slip the note in my pocket but not quick enough for him not to see.

"Miss Andison, the note" he holds his hand out.

"What note sir?"

"The one that now rests in your Jean pocket." He points. Slowly I pull it out and hand it to him. Slowly he reads it and then reads it aloud to the class. He rips it up and begins to question us on it.

"Who's this Brad?" He places his hands on my desk.

"My boyfriend" I shrug

"And Jake?"

"My husband Sir" I shrug again. There's a silence in the class before Jake speaks up.

"That's me sir" he holds his hand up.

"I don't a appreciate note passing. Detention after class" he smiles sourly.

"That's not fair! It's not like we where texting!" I argue.

"Is shut up if I where you" Mia warns me with a smirk. Ignoring her I stand up and stare the teacher in the eye.

"Miss Aniston sit down at once, that's if you don't want an hour and a half detention" he crosses his arms. I'm not spending an hour and a half in detention! That's ridiculous!

Slowly I sit down and reach for my phone: I've given up with this teacher I really have.

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We had to write lines. 500 lines saying 'I will not pass notes'! How stupid is that! I'm 17 for gods sake! Not four.

Abby's pretty flustered too. Both of us marched out after he'd read the lines and ripped the papers up.

"Come on!" She tuggs me down the road. We get to the guys apartment and ride the elevator up to there house before storming out.

"500 lines Bradley! And then he ripped them up!" I march into the kitchen where his stood chuckling at me.

"It's not funny! How stupid is he!" Abby snaps from behind me. With out saying anything Bradley walks around the counter slowly, whilst shirtless, and wraps me in a hug which calms me down.

"Want to go shopping?" He whispers in my ear causing tingles down my spine.