Friend of a friend || Reece Bibby - on hold

12.

"I know the boys have told you some.. things about me," Brad sighed.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"That I'm the 'bad boy' and I'm basically a fuckboy."

"Oh. Well yeah I've been told that by some people," I scratched he back on my neck awkwardly.

Brad sighed again and sunk lower into his chair. "I may try to uphold the bad boy image but I can assure you I'm not like that."

"I believe you, but why are you telling me this?" I was genuinely confused. Why was Bradley William Simpson talking to me about this?

"Well, I know we don't talk a whole lot and it's mostly me staring at you," he chuckled, "But somehow in the short period of time we've known each other I've seemed to develop a crush on you."

What the fuck.
Brad had a crush, on me?
How in the bloody hell did that happen? I'm not a bloody model or anything and my celebrity crush of 5 year just said he likes me? What kind of dream...

"Rose?" Brad asked, snapping me out
Of my thoughts.

"You're kidding right?"

"No, why would I be?"

"Because you're Brad Simpson. The type of boy that girls, even if they have no idea who you are, would faint over. And not just your looks either, your personality too."

Brad laughed a little, "I'm not that great."

"Sure Jan," I raised my eyebrow sarcastically.

"Why would I like you though? You're so kind, you love those three boys more than anything and it's refreshing to see someone care about people instead of taking advantage of them. Not to mention you are absolutely gorgeous."

"Brad I-I,"

And just like a cheesy romance novel I was cut off by Brad placing his lips of mine. Jesus this man was a great kisser.

But unfortunately between the time of me stuttering and Brad kissing me I hadn't seemed to notice the door to the roof swing open and Reece standing there with so much hurt in his eyes.

It broke my heart.

Brad pulled away from the kiss and I stared at Brad, "I'm sorry, I'll be back in a moment."

He saw Reece and nodded. I began walking over to Reece who was walking away from me. "Reece please stop," I begged.

"Just leave me alone," he held his hands up. He turned his head for a moment, but it was enough that I could see he was crying.

All I wanted was to bury my head in his chest and tell him I loved him so much, but I knew he was too upset.

"Reece why are you so mad?"

He turned and narrowed his green eyes at me. "You know why."

"You knew I liked Brad!"

"Yeah. Guess I just thought maybe after our talk you liked maybe me."

My face softened and I wanted to cry. Reece was so hurt, I had hurt my best friend all because of another boy.

"I'm sorry Reece."

"Don't be, it's my fault thinking we'd ever be anything other than friends," he turned away from me and clenched his fists.

"Stop please, Reece you can't be mad at me about this! Besides he kissed me."

"Didn't look like you were exactly hating it."

"Oh come on. 5 fucking years I've liked Brad and by some miracle of god he likes me too and you're not happy for me? I'm sorry that I've hurt you but you have to understand my feelings too Reece..."

"Whatever Rose, just go."

"Reece please I-"

He turned around and walked up so close to me I could see the tiny freckles that spotted his nose. "You're just a friend of a friend now , nothing more. Just leave me alone Rose."

I spun around and walked away, how could he do this to me? We've been best friends since we we're fucking born!