CHAPTER 8
Temptation. It is a silly word when you just spit it out. But the more I think about it, the more i wonder about it. Is it something that just, seems to haunt our soul? Is it a sin? Curious. Very curious. And when I sat there and watche Bradon get screamed at, made me think of temptation. I just wanted to, jump in there and save him from his agony. Save him from the irony. Save him, from me. Though my mind says go, my heart just prusuades me to stay.
"You fool! You are inelectibul! Indesirable! The football jock! The star! Now an idiot! What went through your mind kid? What was it!" screamed Mr.Moir, the princible.
"I can still be in Student Council," smirks Bradon.
"No you can't! I'm kicking you off! From now on, things are going to change around here. No more of the nonsense." Mr.Moir sighs and chutches inbetween his nose.
"Go. Just leave me Bradon. You are making me disapointed by the minute. Go. You're off the hook." Bradon sighs and goes, I follow behind.
"Where's Drake?" I ask. Bradon looks Over.
"He got off the hook earlier than I did," he says coldly. I began to worry if I should push any farther. It seems as if I might break the ice.
"Please talk some more." I look at him dumbfounded.
"What?" I asked with confusion.
"Please talk some more, so that I can hear your sweet voice," he says sadly. I stop walking.
"It's okay to feel disapointment Bradon," I tell him with my soft voice. He stops and looks over.
"Well I hate it! I let everyone down! I gotta be a romodel!" he yells with anger. I sigh and I get closer.
"But no one is perfect, Bradon. No one is," I tell him. He begins to pant.
"But they want me to be a romodel! I need to be perfect!" he yells. His eyes were ice cold and hia fists were clenched.
"Who is making you be a romodel?" I ask getting closer. He walks towards me.
"Them," he says.
"who?" I ask.
"My parents, Jenna and the gang! The freaking world! Them son of a bitches that are in the sky! The haters! The creators! The desirable ones!" he screams with a tear slowly going down his cheek. I watched him crumble. Every, single second, that passed by.
"The fuckin world!" he yells once more. His face was shattered. I got closer until I held him in my arms.
"But you are perfect to me," I tell him with a whisper.
"Than how come they don't tell me that," he says with sadness.
"Because they wish they were you." I looked at him deep into his broken heart and soul.
"Bradon, listen to me."
"Yeah?" he says, getting himself together.
"You are going to have to get through this stage, this, pain in your life. You're going to have to get over that hump, and just keep on walking. Every step at a time."
"But what if I feel this is it. This is the end," he says. I make a small smile.
"It's only the beginning, Bradon. Only the beginning."
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