Milo Murphy's Law of Love

Should I Be Worried?

Alright! Here we are! Misery with Bradley! That should... Actually become a series. That'd be kinda funny! Someone should, like, make that a cooking show, where everything Bradley bakes burns pitifully, and he just sits there and rallies off terrible jokes as he stares at the burned croissants, like "They say you are what you eat, but I don't remember eating a pathetic failure."... Anywho, this one's gunna be kinda short, absolutely not as long as my other chapter, so forgive me now! Enjoy my loves!

Bradley roughly dragged you down the street, tugging you left and right around people and through the street.

"Uhm, I hate to be... Rude... But, where exactly are you taking me?" You asked, annoyance evident in your tone. You had hoped the kid would notice it, but Bradley was either too dense, or ignored it, his grip still iron on your arm and his pace not faltering. You sighed loudly, dragging your feet dramatically. Bradley stopped and gave you a hard glare.

"Stop it. You're acting like a child." Bradley stated harshly, his words cut and acting sharp. You, however, ignored it, opting to cross your eyes and stick out your tongue. Bradley let out a low growl at the action, tugging you closer to the taller boy. Bradley stared down at you darkly before grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing the tender flesh tightly.

"H-hey! Ow! That hurts, you ass!" You yelled, hoping to catch someone's attention. The street remained empty. Bradley stared deep into your eyes, his own gaze softening when he noticed tears of pain starting to pool under your (E/c) orbs. Bradley released his grip slightly, but kept a firm hold of your face, searching for something. You hadn't the slightest idea what, but you kept your face as neutral as possible.

Bradley's eyes narrowed, but he quickly let go of your face, turning around completely, and continuing to drag you away from your house, and more importantly, away from Milo.

"Bradley! Enough! You better tell me where the FUCK we are going, or I'm gunna start blowing my rape whistle!" You screamed, straightening your legs as you pulled against his powerful tugs.

"You don't have a rape whistle." Bradley said as he turned to face you, yet again. You quickly wet your lips, bringing your free hand to your lips as you pinched your fingers, taking a deep breath in. Right as you were about to let out the loudest pitched whistle of your life, Bradley quickly grabbed your other hand, pinning them behind you on your ass as he pulled you flush against his chest. Bradley seemed flustered about the new body position, but you were rather unaffected. Instead, you looked pissed off as you stared up at him, eyes wide with anger.

Bradley looked taken back by the look, but quickly regained control as he gripped your wrists tighter.

"Ow! Fudge! Why do you gotta squeeze 'em so hard!" You cried out, a small whimper escaping your lips as you felt his grip tighten, your wrists burning at the tight contact. Bradley yanked you closer, his lips grazing your ear.

"Because dominating you is the only way I can get you to do anything." He growled. Your face flushed a deep red, your eyes widening at the sudden change in the usually timid boy.

"L-lemme go, you freak!" You shouted in his ear, yanking your wrists away.

Bradley stared at you in confusion and sadness, his emotions clashing harshly. You glared up at him, your body still mashed tightly against his.

Bradley's P.O.V.

I stared down at her, her face nothing but hate. I could feel a lump rise in my throat, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling confused. Why did she hate me so much?

From this angle, I could see down the collar of her shirt, her breasts squished erotically against me. I felt the blood rushing up to my cheeks, but I ignored it, opting to stare at her in wonder and sadness.

'She really does love, Milo. She really does.'

I almost couldn't bear the words of my thoughts, but I knew it was true.

'She was only dancing like that in front of the window because she thought it was Milo standing there, not me. Had she known it was me, she would've put on the thickest layers of clothing she could find.'

My thoughts left me feeling cold and bitter... and wanting...

If she wanted Milo so badly, then I'd just have to eliminate the competition.

'No Milo, she's free game.'

I smiled down at her, her face freezing and contorting into fear at the dark look.

Readers P.O.V.

You looked up at Bradley to deliver another glare when you saw him smiling darkly down at you.

"What do you want, punk!?" You spat, spit flying onto his face in an attempt to get him to back down.

"I know about your little thing  for Milo, (Y/n). Would you care to hear how I'm going to fix that?" Bradley asked, his tone uncharacteristically happy. And sinister.

I gawked at him in horror.

Oh shit.

Currently: Watching Resident Evil AfterLife and Online Shopping

Wish I Was: In Canada and Not At Home Being Sick

Eating: Cotton Candy Mike & Ikes

Want: A Good Back Massage and A Kiss

Need: A Bottle Of Apple Juice and A Cuddle Buddy

There it is! The next chapter prevails! God, this took FOREVER! Sorry it's so short, but I wanted to leave y'all at a cliff hanger. Here it is. This was the cliff hanger. So, I'm planning on starting another other series (Hetalia Pairings). What do you guys think? Worth it? Not? Hmmm... Honestly, being sick is not fun. I haven't eaten real food in, like, three days. I feel like I'm dying... Enough about my sorry ass, back to the story. Well, I will see you on Saturday! Remember to comment what you think, give me some pointers for chapters if you want extra details, don't forget to hit that little Vote button to the top right! As always, I see you all in the next chapter! Read on, my little Andies!

~Andvocell Rae