Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

Brawl

I've gotten really pissed this whole week at school. It turns out Leah isn't the actual sweet girl that I thought she was. She is such a bitch to me, and she's been spreading rumors about me that seems to spread around the school like wildfire. I've had enough of it and I'm close to my breaking point. She keeps saying all this stuff that I only tried out for the cheer team because it kept me out of boys' pants. Her and her damn cheer group except Megan have help contribute to the rumors that are being spread.

Michelle tells me to ignore it because she's jealous because I made it on the cheer team the first try, and she didn't. Michelle told me that Leah had to try out tree years in a row, then she finally got accepted onto the team. She said that she's always felt like other girls are a threat to her, especially when it comes to something that she loves. I don't see how I'm a threat to Leah when I really am not. I don't see how all these people see all these things about me that aren't true. I still can't even wrap my head around that Brad loves me and is with me. All this week has gone to crap and I'm hoping that prom next week isn't going to be ruined. I need a night like that to cheer me up, and if it doesn't come to be the night that I'd hoped for, then there's always senior year.

I sit down finally at the last class of the day, after I catch another dirty glare from Leah who sits across from me. The seating arrangement in the class is set up to where one half of the desks in the room faces another half of desks, so students are facing each other, and it just so happens to be that Leah is in the very front row of her side and I'm in the front row of mine, and directly across from each other.

I try not to give Leah the satisfaction of me looking back at her and engaging eye contact. It's the last class of the day, and the last day of the week. Wednesday is prom, and I'm counting down the days until I get to see what Brad wears. I'm actually excited to see everyone dressed up that night. After Brad picks me up and drops me off at my house today after school, he says he's going with the guys down to the mall to get something to wear to prom, with James and Connor.

Just last Tuesday, James asked Michelle to prom and she was so happy. She kept telling me all about it, and of course I didn't want to hear it, but I did anyway because prom is the most second important event in a girls life besides her wedding day. I jot down some notes for today's lesson in language arts as the teacher walks around the room talking about the lesson of Julius Caesar, which I could really care less about. I've never really liked Shakespeare writing, or Shakespearean language. It's all confusing and you can't even make out one sentence of it.

I click my pen again and I set it down on my binder. I catch Leah looking at me one more time before she looks away. I exhale deeply in anger and irritation. Look at her, sitting in her red, white, and gray cheer uniform, with her blonde hair perfectly done in a pony tail. I bet if I was here sitting in a cheer uniform as well, it would only burn her up more to see me in it. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I'm quick to grab it as I make sure the teacher doesn't see me pull it out.

I set it behind the the spine of my closed binder so it isn't visible to the teacher. I look at the picture Brad sent me of Jonah and Chloe laying next to each other in their deep sleep. I smile as I look at the picture and read the caption.

They miss their mommy a lot, and so do I

Brad's text reads.

I'll be out in no time.

I reply.

"There's no texting in class," I hear Leah disrupt the teacher and I look up and I realize she's talking to me, as she's looking at me with her arms crossed and layed back in her seat. Within moments, the teacher walks over to my desk.

"May I have your phone, Ms. Porter?" she asks.

I don't argue but lock the screen and place it in her hand. She walks away and a smiling Leah reappears within seconds in front of me. She's starting to become a problem now.