Cheater ~ BWS

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"Good morning." John whispered in my ear. I turn around to face him, and he's smirking at me.

"Mornin'" I whisper back, and peck him on the lips. He stood up and got dressed. I did the same, as I went to wrap my arms around him, he walked away. I shrugged it off, and continued to get ready for the day's work.

........

"Mornin Rebecca!" My apartment neighbor, Bradley, yelled to me from across the hallway. I laugh.

"Why are you being so loud?" I yell back.

"No reason. I'm just super excited to go to Dubai with the band tomorrow! Do you think you can maybe make it?" He gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Maybe..." I roll my eyes. Bradley is so playful all the time. And he's the sweetest guy I've ever met, besides John. The funny thing is, John is Tristan's older brother and Tristan is one of Bradley's best friends. He's the drummer of the band.

Living right next me on the left is Connor. He's the bassist of the band, and again, one of Bradley's best friends. His best friend is James, who lives two doors from me on the right. James's little sister, Sasha, lives right next to me on the right. John, lives right next to Bradley, on his left, which is my right. We're all kinda tied together, except me. I'm not related to any of them. I am just dating Tristan's older brother, but they treat me like I'm a huge member of their family. Especially Brad....

"Howdy Rebecca!" Connor calls and yawns at the same time.

"Hey Con!" I wave. John pushed past me, and walks to Sasha's door. She comes out, and smiles big, as he does the same. They bid their 'good mornings' and walk off down the hallway, leaving me in the dust. I look at Bradley with sad eyes, but he's not looking at me.

He's giving John a death glare.

.......

Lunch soon came by, and all of us were sitting together at one big table.

"Hey John, wanna sit by me?" I asked when we first arrived at the restaurant. He just ignored me, and sat next to Sasha. I felt bad, although I didn't know what I did. Maybe he just wanted some space for some reason? Whatever it was, there wasn't a pleasant feeling in my stomach. I sighed sadly, since there was an empty chair on both sides of me.

Then, Brad came out of the restroom, and saw me all alone. He instantly strode over to me, and sat down next to me. He looked at me,

"Why is John sitting next to Sasha and not you?" He glares at John for a moment, then looks at me again.

"I don't know. I feel like I did something wrong." He could hear the sadness in my voice. Then I gasped.

"What if...... He's cheating on me?" I could feel tears welling up.

"Nonsense. Any guy would be stupid to not love you." He whispered, which made me feel a little better. Then, he did something I thought he would never do....

"John, why are you not sitting with Becca? You've been spending a lot of your time with Sasha, I noticed. It's making Becca feel bad." He had a low tone to his voice. Like he was being....

Protective of me?

John blushed, and swallowed hard.

"Sorry for making you feel bad Becca. But Sasha and I are working together on a project for our company." I think Bradley could tell he was lying.

"Are you cheating on Becca?" He raised an eyebrow and the other boys gasped dramatically. John hesitated.....

"No." He replied smoothly. Too smoothly. He shot fire at Brad with his eyes. Brad wrapped his arm around me, and gave him another death glare.

........

"I don't think he is. He always tells me how much he loves me, and he's always giving me presents and sweets." I say truthfully, while Brad is running a brush through my hair softly. He looked deep in thought.

"But have you ever wondered that just maybe he's doing too much? Like he's hiding something? A guy can easily tell you what you want to hear, but not give it to you. Or, he can smuggle you with all sorts of dazzling things just to cover something up. Have you ever considered that?" He asks, putting the brush down and starts braiding my hair.

"No. Not really. But it's scary to think about it. Loving someone so much that you've known for so long, then they just throw you in the trash. That happened with my best friend Kayla in 8th grade. She's still majorly broken by it. But I think Connor is helping her a little bit. They have been hanging out a lot." I say, deeply thinking about it.

"Well, maybe you should start thinking about it. I'm not forcing you to, but I'm suggesting it. Think about it." He says, finishing my beautiful braid. I get up, and go to his door and he follows me. I reach behind me, and trail my hand down my braid.

"Thanks Brad. Not just for the braid and the talk, but for everything." I kiss his cheek, although I don't know why, and his cheeks turn pink.

"Glad I could help." He opens the door, but as soon as I walk out, he grabs my arm, and whispers,

"He's got a secret and He's telling you lies."