Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Six (Part two)

"Kat, wake up," someone says, shaking my shoulder lightly. I grunt, and turn around, so my face is in the pillow. "Common, wake up. You have work. You slept right through your alarm clock." She shakes my shoulder again, but I keep my face in the pillow.

"Kat, remember, you're gonna help me get an interview," she says. I huff, and turn on my back, to see that Britney is dressed in a white tank top that says 'Miami.' We got it when we went to Miami last year. It was hot. Especially for people from England. We're used to the cold weather, so when we got to Miami, it was quite a big difference. But it was nice. We got a wonderful tan while there.

Britney is tan. I on the other hand, am pale. I mean PALE. When we got to Miami, she tanned nicely, whereas I burned...like a tomato. It later turned into a nice tan, but it hurt at first.

I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"Okay, let me get dressed," I say to Kat. "Okay hurry up," she says, standing up, and walking into the other room.

I stand up and walk over to my drawer, where I pull out a grey tank top and blue jeans. Then I pull out a flannel red shirt, and put it on. I couldn't cover up all the bruises. But I was going to try and cover up as much as I could.

Once I'm dressed up, I walk into the living room.

"Hey, you ready?" Britney asks, walking out of her room. "Yeah." I grab my keys off of the table, and walk to the door, not waiting for Britney.

I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I knew that as soon as someone at work saw the bruises on my arm, they would ask what happened, and then I would get bombarded with questions. I didn't want to deal with that. It wasn't worth it.

When I get downstairs, I see Gregory looking at his computer screen. Before I can a good look at what he's looking at, he minimizes the page.

"Hey Kat," he says, looking at me. "What were you looking at?" I question. "Nothing," he says. "Okay, I know you were looking at something, because you wouldn't have minimized that page that quick. So it can either be three things. One, it's about me. Two, you've got a new girlfriend that you don't want me to know about. Or three, you were watching porn." I raise an eyebrow at him. He just looks at me. "I..."

Before he can say anything, Britney walks downstairs.

"Hey," she says, standing next to me, at the desk. "What's up?" "Nothing," Gregory says, quickly. I roll my eyes. I knew it had something to do with me. And I knew it was most likely, about Zayn. I wasn't mad that he was looking up something about Zayn. I was just mad that he wouldn't drop the subject. It was over. He saved me. I wasn't going to see him anymore. It was a one time thing. Why wouldn't he drop it?

"I'll be in the car," I say, turning around and walking out of the apartment building. I can feel their eyes on me, and I know they will start talking about me, as soon as I get out of ear shot.

It's over and done with. He hasn't been around since the night he saved me, and when he dropped off my phone. Other than that, he hasn't been around. And I don't think he will be around. So why did he keep bringing him up? But then again, he could have been looking up porn. He is an 18 year old, single, boy. He has needs. But why wouldn't he tell me if he was? He's like my little brother from another mother. I'm not gonna judge him. I know guys look that up. It's not gonna bother me. So it had to have been about him. Right? Or maybe he really was looking up something that he really didn't want me to see....No it had to be about Zayn. He doesn't hide anything from me. Unless he knows it will make me mad.

I get to the car, and get in, starting up the engine, and turning on the radio.

'Glad You Came' by The Wanted starts blasting in the car. I roll my eyes and change the station.