you're cute ➳ brent rivera + brad simpson

CHAPTER 18

It's been a few months into me and Brad's relationship. He's taken me on dates to fairs, restaurants and more. I think I love him now but I don't want to be first to say it.

"Brad I'm going now." I shouted as I collected my car keys from the counter. I closed the door behind me and got into my blue Mini.

Cambridge was only a few minutes away from where I lived so I usually left at around 8 o'clock. However today Ashley wanted a lift so I drove to her house. I dialled Ashley's number and she picked up in the 4th ring.

"Hey T." She started.

"Hey I'm outside." I told her.

"Oh well erm okay." I heard another voice in the background, a boy's voice.

"Ash If you have a guy with you, I'll go. Don't worry." I laughed.

"Yeah thanks." If I was with Ashley, she'd be blushing right now.

English. I always loved English but my current teacher was the worst. He always picked on me and made my life miserable. I had to sit in the front row even though my grades are above average. He gives me level 5s even though my grades are well worth level 7s. I tried being helpful, to get on his good side but it never worked.

"Okay class open your textbooks. Tallulah I said open your textbooks. Stop talking." He ordered. My mouth formed the shape of an 'o' as I glared at my teacher. I wasn't even talking.

"Sir but-" I began.

"Detention."

"What the hell." I muttered to myself, pointing my middle finger at him under the table so he wouldn't see.

"Double detention." He said not looking up from his computer. I groaned out loud and instantly regretted it.

"Tallulah Durley, you'll be seeing me every day after school for the rest of the week for detention." I hate this man.

I remained silent for the rest of the lesson while everyone else chatted away. Mr Downs didn't tell any of them off.

The bell rang and I left the classroom, muttering all the curse words I could think of.

"Tallulah." Someone called after me. I turned to see Miles running towards me. We never really spoke to each other but we were in most of the same classes.

"Erm hi?" I answered in a confused tone.

"My sister..." He began, trying to get his breath back, "She said that she's going to visit you next week and she's going to stay at yours."

"Who's your sister?!" I shouted as he began walking away.

"I can't say." He replied. How am I going to let a stranger into my house?

"Why not." I shouted again, receiving looks from people in the corridor.

"She just said to tell you BOBALOB." And he disappeared into one of the classrooms. No, it can't be. SOPHIA's coming to England.

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"Mmmm this tastes so good." I said whilst licking ice cream off a spoon. Brad and I were currently cuddling in my living room whilst watching a movie. Changing Tatum is so hot in The Vow.

"Why must we watch this." He groaned.

"How dare you diss the Tatum." I gasped jokingly. Brad kissed my forehead and resumed to the movie.

Halfway through The Vow, Brad got up and went to the DVD player. He took out the movie we were watching.

"HEY!" I shouted and Brad chuckled.

"I'm not watching a chick flick Tallulah. When I leave I still want my dignity." My legs began to cramp so I changed my position. Brad turned to look at me and smirked. Maybe the position I was in looked a little sexual but it was comfortable. Another spoonful of Cookie Dough ice cream entered my mouth and landed on my finger. I sucked it off and I stopped my actions as Brad bit his lip. Slowly, I took my finger out of my mouth and continued staring at Brad. The tension was building and I made a duck face to break it. Brad shook his head and laughed.

"What movie area you putting in now?" I asked. Brad coughed a fake cough before he answered or in this case sung.

"LET IT GO, LET IT GO, CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE!" A smile spread across my face as I realised we were about to watch Frozen.

We both snuggled up again and Brad snatched the ice cream from my hand. He scooped up some and landed it on my nose.

"You got a little something there." He said whilst pointing to my nose and I laughed.

"You don't say." I was about to wipe it off when Brad moved my hand down. He leaned in towards me and kissed my nose. His lips found its way to mine and we had a make out session whilst the opening scenes played. Brad explored my upper half, trying to find any of my weak spots and he reached my shoulder. A moan escaped from my lips and Brad smiled.

"The movie's over." I whispered into Brad's ear even though we both knew it had only just begun.

"Is it now. Well maybe we can do something else." He replied, smirking.

"Mmm yeah I was thinking we should go into another room. To do something together." I taunted. Brad's eyes widened and I took his hand. I led him into the kitchen.

I bent down to get some cake tins from the cupboards and Brad slapped my butt. I glared at him and he raised his arms to show he was innocent.

"We're making cupcakes?" He asked and I nodded. Brad pulled his phone out of his pocket and I snatched it from him.

"Together." I told him and he washed his hands. I played some music from his phone and Can We Dance came on.

"Tallulah please change it." He pouted and I pecked him on the lips.

"Why, you're singing is fabolossss." I said in a weird voice.

"I just don't like hearing myself sometimes. You just get insecure when you know that you're not the best." He explained.

"Brad you don't need to be the best. You are perfect the way you are." I smiled.

"You're my girlfriend, you're meant to say that." Brad said hugging my waist.

"Exactly so you should listen to me. Brad you're in one of the biggest upcoming bands with thousands of fans do you don't need to be insecure. So many girls love you Brad." I said and he kissed me.

The mixture was ready so I spooned it into the tin as Brad pulled himself onto the counter. I placed the tray into the oven and wiped my forehead. Brad burst out laughing.

"What!" I asked.

"Your forehead." He said as he jumped off the counter.

"I'm gonna shower later Brad so don't worry." I had difficulty putting the flour back in the cupboard so Brad helped. Unfortunately he didn't hold it properly and it toppled on us. White powder covered us completely and I spat, trying to get flour out of my mouth. I burst out laughing and grabbed an egg. Brad sensed what I was about to do and moved my arm so the egg cracked on my head and not his. A gooey substance dropped down my face and I wiped it off. The almost empty oil bottle poured on Brad's head and on the floor. I tried to move but slipped, pulling Brad down with me. He landed on top of me and burst out laughing.

"I'll meet you in the shower." Brad winked. I kissed him and got more food on me.

"Brad EW get off." I squirmed and Brad tightened his grip. He kissed me again and our lips moved in sync. When are we going to say we love each other? In fact, does Brad even love me?

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