Perfect Strangers

Chapter 17

•Hayley•

"Brad...we have a problem"

He turns to me and cocks an brow up "what would that be"

I pull him into the booth and pull out my phone to show him the messages. It doesn't take Brad long to find out exactly who it was.

He gentally hands me back my phone and then slams his fists into the table gritting through his teeth "god Shane"

"Who's Shane"

"He works to my dad, that's the guy who keeps following you"

"THE GUY WHO SHOT Y-" I get cut off my Brad putting his hand over my mouth

"Shut up before he hears you"

I nod my head slowly and watch as Bradley takes off his sweatshirt "put this on" he then takes off his hat "add this too and run out of here and into the car"

"What about you Bradley?" I ask

Brad ignores my question "just hurry"

I do as I was told just to avoid any arguments with Brad because we haven't fought this whole trip and I wasn't about to start now. So, I pace out of the restaurant keeping my eyes on the ground. To my luck the guy must have not noticed me, I was sure he has been following us.

I am now siting in the car attempting to look through the restaurant windows to see what was going on. Unfortunately, I am short and the car was parked to far to see anything. I slouch down in the car when I see Brad exit the restaurant, his tight black shirt showing off his muscles, Brads lip was bleeding down to his chin but it was one thing that made me smile, one of a kind proud smirk was plastered on his face.

I watch as Brad gets in the car with the proud smirk glued to his face. I take out a piece of cloth that was in his sweatshirt, drench it with a little of the water from my water bottle, and reach over to him. I pull Brad closer to me and pat his lip down with the wet cloth.

Bradley smirks "your not mad"

"No, I am not mad" I chuckle "just really wanting to put a bandaid on your lip"

Brad rolls his eyes with a smile "your not even a little mad knowing I beat up someome"

"No, but don't get me wrong I feel bad that you got yourself hurt, just not mad"

Brad nods his head facing back to the windshield so we can start driving again.

"Wait but the guy will still follow us" I ask

"We should have to worry about that for awhile"

"Okay but what if your dad goes back to the apartment for the gun?"

"Don't worry" Bradley pats his waistband "always prepared"

"Do you realize how bad that sounds?" I smirk "don't make me think your going to kill me"

"I wouldn'tttt" he teases making me roll my eyes.

Our little dog jumps onto my lap as we continue the drive to Florida which Brad says we should be there in three hours.
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•Bradley•

I take the hat off Hayley's head to place it back on my own. She has our little dog sprawled across her lap and they both were sleeping.

I smirk and then turn to face to road again pulling into a gas station to put some gas into my car.

I had time to actually think while on the road trip. I don't have to worry about the bigger things, I got to relax and acually it kept less stress on be knowing Hayley was okay.