Foward and Reverse (Bradley Steven Perry FanFic)

Chapter 9

The door bell rings at exactly 5:52 p.m.

I perk up. I nearly leap off the couch, and go for the door. My mom gets there first.

"You should make an entrance." My mom says.

"Nah, that's like... weird." I reply. I smooth out my jacket, and open the door. Only to not see Bradley, but his "frenemy", Jeremy.

"Hey Jeremy, what's up?" I ask, confused.

"What time was Bradley (which he said in an AMAZINGLY sarcastic tone), supposed to be here?" Jeremy asks.

"Um..." I look at the floor. "5:45." I reply, quitely-ish.

"And, is he here?" Jason asks.

"No." I reply, still looking at the floor.

"Do you know WHY he isn't here yet?" Jeremy asks.

I look up at him. "Why do you care?" I say, in the nicest way possible.

"Because I don't want him to hurt you, in the way that you will eventually find out." Jeremy states.

"What?" I ask.

"Come with me." Jeremy says. He grabs my wrist.

"Where are we going?" I ask Jeremy.

"Somewhere that you will not be very happy."

"I don't wanna go then."

"Trust me, you wanna see this."

I really liked Bradley. I was not going to let it be ruined by a guy that was like a human Satan to Bradley sometimes, but other times like an angel. I was not going to be upset on this night.

I was not going to let this night, that was supposed to be the best ever, be ruined.

Jeremy and I eventually begin to walk up a driveway, that led to a HUGE house. I'm not joking. The front yard was bigger than my entire house. It must have been at least 3 stories high. It was white, with vines and roses and other various flowers growing on the side of it. Girly if you ask me.

Jeremy just walks to the front door, and walks right in. The drags me with him.

"Is this your hou-" I begin to say. I was silenced by a "shhshhshhshh." from Jeremy.

We begin walking up a huge staircase, that curves in a spiral until you get to the top. We get to the second story, and walk down a long hallway until we turn into the third bedroom on the left.

He tells me to be as quiet as possible, and he silently opens the door. We walk in the room, to see something I never thought would happen.

Of all people to ME, because I don't... you know..."date".

I walk in on a heated make-out session. Between Bradley and.........

Rachel.

Their arms were around each other, and they looked into it.

I felt like I was going to cry.

Over a boy.

I'm Alex Olizo, I don't cry over boys. I don't cry. I'm gonna cry. I feel the tears coming.

Jeremy and I stand there for a good 2 minutes, before Rachel comes up for breath, and sees us.

"Oh look, it's the goth girl." Rachel says. Bradley turns around. He looks horrified.

I can't even look at him without crying right now. I turn around. I walk out as fast as possible. I feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Alex, wait!!" I hear Bradley yell.

I just want to get out of this house.

Of Bradley's house.

I liked him. I liked a boy. I liked a boy, and a boy liked me. And it was a CUTE boy. A boy who was my best friend. A boy I trusted.

"Alex! I can explain!" I hear Bradley yell.

"Come here, baby we ain't done!" Rachel says.

That slut. MAN SLUT. BRADLEY STEVEN PERRY IS A MAN SLUT.

I feel like I'm in one of those movies, you know the stupid ones with the "I CAN EXPLAIN!" crap.

Except this time, it's reality.

I run home. I run into my room, and dive on my bed. I start bawling my eyes out. I'm actually crying over a boy. I actually trusted someone. I don't ever really trust anyone. And I trusted Bradley.

I actually had a best friend, and lost him. I haven't had a steady best friend in 6 years. I thought I could trust Bradley, have him as a friend. But I couldn't. I don't think I'm the type for friends.

Especially boyfriends.