Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy

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Bella: (Two months later)

I giggled at my phone, covering my blushing cheeks with my free hand. I was face timing Brantley on my way to the studio, and he was roaming around his house shirtless. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but it was hard. Really hard. He was currently licking a wad of peanut butter off of his pocket knife, after making a pb&j sandwich. "Brantley, your culinary skills leave a lot to be desired." I laughed. "Oh my God! Don't lick that! Put your tongue back in your mouth!" I fussed when he swirled his tongue around the blade of the knife. "You're gonna slice it off! Holy moly! How long is your tongue?!" I exclaimed as I watched in equal parts terror and wonder, as Brantley's tongue tangled dexterously around the knife. I hadn't realized I had stopped walking to stare, and was jolted out of my thoughts when Bradley tapped me on the shoulder. "Are you done? It would be nice if you actually showed up on time." He snapped. I barely held back the eye roll. When I looked at my phone to tell Brantley goodbye, I smothered a grin. He had his middle finger up at Bradley. "Holler at me later baby doll. Go do your thing." Brantley chuckled and we hung up. "I thought I told you not to associate with that.. that..." Bradley struggled to find the right word. "That what, Bradley?" I asked challengingly. "That outlaw! He's already rubbing off on you. You've gotten quite the attitude." He huffed. I did roll my eyes that time. "You can't forbid me to associate with someone. If I want to talk to Brantley, I'm going to talk to Brantley, and believe me, I really want to talk to Brantley." I glared at him. "Oh please, you're 19 years old. You don't know what you want." Bradley snarked. We continued bickering as we walked into the studio.

After my recording session was finally over, I frantically rushed out of the building. I dialed Brantley's number as I wiped away the tears. "Miss me already sugar?" He chuckled. "Can you come get me?" "Bella what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked seriously. "I don't want to be here! I hate him! I hate all of them!" I screamed into the phone. "What happened? Are you ok?! I'm getting in the truck now sweetheart." I heard his truck start, heard the tires bark and the gravel fly as he hit the highway wide open. "Too much to get into right now. Physically I'm fine, I promise. I just... never mind." I whimpered. "No, not never mind. What is it Bella? Talk to me." Brantley coaxed. I sniffled and sighed. "I... I just need you." I admitted shyly. "I'm comin baby, I swear. I'll be there in an hour. Hang in there for me sweetheart. Just a little bit longer, alright?" Brantley purred into the phone. "Ok Brantley.." I sniffled and rattled off the studio address to him. We hung up, and I sat on the curb, pulling my knees to my chest. I sniffled and wiped angrily at the tears that wouldn't stop.