Daddy

Twelve

LAUREN POV

"Brad?" I questioned walking down the halls, following brad as he remained silent.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked.

Nothing. He was just silent.

I pushed past the people who crowded throughout the hallways, following Brad as he turned into the schools shower room, leaving me confused.

"Brad what is going on?" I questioned as he pulled me in and lockef the door" before checking every shower and making sure no was with us.

"I wanna talk to you," he said grabbing hold of my hand.

"You could've at least told me you weren't ignoring me, I was worried that I did something wrong." I said as Brad chuckled nervously.

"No you never do anything wrong," he said sweetly.

"I just, what did you do when I left your house?" He questioned as I titled my head to the side.

"Well turns out Camila called my dad, so I went over her house and screamed at her," I said as Brad nodded.

"Do you need a ride for home?" He questioned as I shook my head.

"I'll just walk, if my dad knew you and I are still talking, he will murder you without thinking twice," I said and Brad's eyes widened.

"He's way to protective over you baby," he chuckled.

"But I guess he just wants me to be safe and he doesn't want me to get hurt," I mumbled as Brad sighed.

"I hope you know that I'll never going to hurt you and I'll never going to leave you either, I promise. Well, unless I'm sleeping that's the only timd I'll leave. But other then that I'll stay with you, throughout whatever you have to face. Okay?" He explained as I nodded softly before wrapping my arms around his waist pulling him in a hug.

"Thank you Brad, it actually means a lot.." I said butying my head into his chest.

Brad's hand was playing with my hair as he sighed.

"You mean a lot to me as well, and I just hate you seeing hurt.." he mumbled as a smile tugged at my lips.

I'm so grateful.

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Camila: Answer the door.

I hesitantly walked down the stairs and just stood at the door, my hand frozen on the door knob, before taking a deep breath.

Pulling it open, Camila smirked as I rasied an eyebrow.

"Camila," I mumbled as she rolled her eyes.

She stepped past me and entered my house as I glared at her.

"You can't just enter my house like it's your own, I don't want to see you. Ever," I said through gritted teeth as Camila stared around the empty house.

"Are your parents home?" She questioned ignoring what I said before.

I shook my head and sighed.

"Well, let's have some fun  shall we?" She said clapping her hands.

"No," I said as she rolled her eyes.

"You know you want too," she said wiggling her eyebrows as I scoffed.

"Maybe I do but....no." I sai before flicking her the bird as she chuckled.

"Come on!" She groaned as I rolled my eyes.

"Just remember, i fucking hate you," I said as Camila nodded.

"And I love you too," she said smiling before attaching her lips with mine.