DMs - Bradley Will Simpson

47.

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JANUARY 21ST 2016

The new knowledge I'd been given yesterday set my head spinning.

First of all, I knew Cara could be a bitch...but not as bitchy as this.

And second, how on earth did she get those pictures?

She wasn't in LA with us at the time. Was she?

"We need to sort her out!" I reasoned to Molly.

"But I don't know if I want to. She's bullied me for years, like, no thanks."

"Mol I'm here okay? If anyone who's gotta stand up to her, it's me."

"You don't have t-" I cut her off.

"Yes I do! She's too fucking big headed," I rolled my eyes. "She needs to be taught a lesson."

"Come on. You can borrow something of mine if you want," I suggested, and gave her a hug.

"London I'm so thankful you're my best friend, like," she smiled gratefully. "And I'm really sorry about Brad.."

"Don't get all cringey," I chuckled as she got up to my wardrobe. I didn't want to talk about Brad.

I wore the jacket I got from him on holiday - his green one, black, red and yellow checked inside.

"So are we gonna go to her house?" Molly asked, sliding on my coat over James' hoodie.

"Yeah," I confirm determinedly.

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I knocked on the hard wooden a few times, and I could tell how nervous Molly was.

"It's okay," I laughed, and the door creaked open.

"What are you two doing here?" Cara leant against her door.

"We know it was you," I scowled.

"What was me?" She smiled sweetly - and it was fake.

"You leaked those pictures," I said confidently.

"I don't know what you're talking about lass," she folded her arms and frowned.

"I think you do. Now let us in," I demanded. "Or we'll tell."

She rolled her eyes in defeat, and moved out the way for us.

"Why?" Molly mumbled as we sat down on her black leather sofa.

"I was jealous," Cara replied, drinking from a mug filled with black coffee.

"So you did this? We were supposed to be best friends," Molly looked hurt.

"Exactly. So why didn't I come along?"

"We didn't plan this," Molly shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

"Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. But you have to realise we've been going to their shows ever since they first started out three years ago. And then suddenly you're all in love? How do you think we feel?" Cara raises an eyebrow.

"You mean, how you feel. I don't think the others really give a shit." I reply.

"Well it somehow all worked perfectly for the both of you. I could be dating Tristan," she sighed.

"A girl has already taken that spot," I piped up.

"Who?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Does it matter? No," I leant forwards. "But back to the topic - what I wanna know is how you got those pictures."

"It wasn't exactly hard," she scoffed.

"Great. Just don't speak to me again Cara, because we'll get you done," I threatened her.

"How could you? You're a nobody."

"If you didn't notice pet, everybody is talking about it. Now back off," I clenched my fists and dragged Molly out of the room, leaving Cara looking slightly diminished.

"That was...fun," Molly grinned at me, making me laugh. "Thanks."

"It's fine," I smiled at her. "Now - lets get some food!"