Mine (Brad Simpson) {IN EDITING}

Chapter 20

Two more miserable days passed, and I can safely say that it was hell.

Amy barely looked at me unless it was to glare daggers into my soul. I expected Brad to make an attempt to apologize, but he just ignored me aswell.

On the third day, I trodded down the stairs, ready for the hell-like bus ride to school - I was lucky enough to have Brad drive me on the first day.

"Bye, Rachel!" I called out, hearing a faint "goodye" in return, before walking out the door to the bus stop.

I tapped my foot against the concrete ground as I constantly glanced at my watch, waiting for the bus to come. All of a sudden I heard the loud beep of a car horn and my head snapped up to reveal the shiny red sportscar with none other than Brad in the drivers' seat, a cheeky smirk playing upon his face.

"What are you doing?" I sighed, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

"Driving you to school, now get in!" He called out, beckoning me with a flick of his hand.

"No." I answered quickly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Aw, come on Alli!" He pleaded, pouting.

I couldn't say no to that.

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"Listen, I'm sorry for being such a dick to you." Brad apologized, running a hand through his hair as he kept the other one safely on the wheel.

"It's okay." I sigh. I'm just glad he is applogizing.

"No, it's not. You don't deserve that, you were just being curious. Please forgive me?" The desperation in his voice made my heart swell and I know he is sincerely sorry.

"I forgive you, Brad." I smile and he sighs in relief, "What was Chelsea talking about, though?"

I see Brad tense up next to me and I know I've hit a nerve, but frankly I don't care. It's clearly a touchy subject and if so, I want to know what it is about so I can help in any way possible.

"It's nothing you need to worry about, Alli." He says through partially-gritted teeth.

"Brad-"

"Please, Alli. I'll tell you just not yet."

"Fine." I sigh at the fact that Brad was perfectly happy seconds ago and now he's shut me out completely. But I know that although I've lost the battle - I will win the war.

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After the bell ending the last period of the day rings, Brad and I walk hand-in-hand through the halls when we spot a couple of flyers stuck up on the walls.

"Hey, what's that?" I ask Brad, dragging him over to the flyers.

The Annual School Dance is here yet again! Bring a date, dance together for the most fun night of your life!

"The school dance?" Brad chuckles as I scan over the colourful poster. "It's nothing, pretty lame actually."

I turn to him and pout - I've never been allowed to go to school dances back home, but I'm sure that Rachel would let me.

"I don't know, it looks okay..." I mumble.

"Alli, no one goes, don't even worry." He tries to assure me with a squeeze of my hand and a warm smile which I manage to slightly return despite my dissapointment.

We continue walking again only to see one of Brad's friends, Niall (who is Irish), running up to us.

"Caleb, slow down!" Brad warns with a soft laugh. "what's up?"