Censure

Chapter 5: All About Her

Bradley's P.O.V.

Since I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted to talk to her. To be close with her. To know who she is, what she's about, and the way she is. All I can think about...is Keira. And as we walk back to the others I resist the urge to ask if I can hold her hand. I don't know why, but I tried to pull the "feel bad for me" card because I wanted her attention. And I got it, but not in the way I pictured.

I imagined she'd play right into my hands. She would tell me, "Oh I'm so sorry. I never ever wanted to hurt you," but all I got was a simple apology. Simple apology, for a simple girl. But she's actually not that simple. She's so much more complicated than she lets on. Her temper is easily flared, but her laugh is too. She's competitive, but shy at the same time.

All I want to know is how she works. What makes her act the way she does? What makes Keira Voret function? It is May? Or is it someone else? Is there a someone else? Of course there is. That blonde that was sitting with her earlier during Send Offs. But he can't be. She called me hot. Why? Is it a trick? Can I really not trust her? Maybe it's me being played into her hands.

It can't. She's not like that, Ican tell. She's too innocent. She'd never want to hurt someone. She has that way of speaking where you can just tell how she feels. And from how she was talking to me, I can tell putting me through pain isn't something she wants to do. That beautiful smile can't possibly hide evil. And those warm chocolaty brown eyes... She's one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. Let me break it down for you.

She's small. Not as small May, but still considerably short. And the thing is, I don't even care. She's easy to see in a crowd, all you have to do is look for the smallest person.

Now her hair. I'm not picky about the type of girls I like. Usually I find myself into blondes more than anything else, she's not a blonde though.

It's a color between red and brown. Not super long, but it reaches about halfway down her back. And it's stick straight. No wave, no curl, nothing. But I like it. I watch as she skips ahead and makes her way over to May. The two of them instantly start laughing and my heart skips a beat. Her smile is one of the best things about her.

Her smile is just perfect. It could light up a room. When I see her smiling all I can do is smile too. I can't help it, it just seems contagious. Huh. Just get a good look at me. I'm getting worked up over some girl I just met. Some amazing, beautiful, stranger. And my God I'm okay with it. She makes me feel a way no one else has. She's...different.

Leroy walks up to my side and puts an arm on my shoulder. "You like her a lot don't you?" I retaliate.

"No, what makes you think that?"

"Dude, don't even try to deny it."I look at him.

"But what makes you think that?" he gives my shoulder a good shake.

"I can tell a few ways. First of all, your pouty storm off earlier." He's got me there. "Second of all, it was your idea to bring them here. Not to mention us carrying them. And lastly, you should see the way you're looking at her."

Ugh he's right. There's no point arguing with him. Everything he said is true. I roll my eyes anyways. "Whatever." I tell him. He smirks and I ignore him. Smart ass.