𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮
"you're coming over tonight, right?" mason asks.
"for what?" i ask.
"i'm having a party, my parents aren't home for like two weeks," he explains.
"sure," i shrug.
"do-" he gets cut off by someone shouting my name.
"brady tutton!"
"scarlett thompson," i say with a smirk, leaning against the lockers.
"i'm not here to play games," she says seriously.
"i'm gonna go.." mason says. i nod and he leaves.
"what is it?" i ask.
"why did you comment on that rats instagram post?!" she crosses her arms over her chest.
"it's not that deep. she's pretty so i commented on her post," i roll my eyes.
"you're dating me not her so you should only comment on my posts."
"you're being overdramatic, scar," i start walking to class but she follows.
"no i'm not!" everyone's heads turn towards us.
"mind your own business!" i tell them and they all look away.
"look i'll make it up to you, tonight at masons party, i'll pick you up at eight, okay?" i tell her, placing my hands on her hips.
"fine.." she says. i kiss her before i walk away.
𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖
"guess who i just heard fighting?" zoey asks excitingly.
"emily and liam," i tell her. those two have been on and off for over a year so i assumed it was them.
"brady and scarlett!" she says.
"that's not a good th-" aubrey starts.
"better yet, she was jealous!" zoey interrupts her.
"of you!" she tells me.
"ha funny," i roll my eyes.
"i'm not joking. she got mad because brady commented on your post last night," she explains.
"i'd be kinda mad too but she's got nothing to worry about. he only likes blondes," i joke.
"i don't think you're wrong," layla adds.
the bell rang and i completely forgot to do my french homework. i have five minutes. that's enough.
"shit!" i quickly take it out.
"help aubrey!!" i tell her.
"ughh," she groans but takes her homework out for me to copy.
don't copy kids..only if you're in a desperate situation like me.
"fuck," i say as my paper goes flying out of my hand.
as i go chasing after it someone's foot lands on it. they bend down to pick it.
"thank y-" i lift my head up to see the one and only brady tutton.
"oh it's you," i cross my arms over my chest.
"hey, beautiful," he smirks.
"i'll take that," i say, reaching for the paper.
he's like a whole foot taller than me so when he lifts the paper over his head i can't reach it.
"brady.." i glare at him.
"yes?" he asks innocently.
"give it back."
"give me a kiss first," he walks closer.
"hell no," i laugh.
"i tried," he shrugs.
the late bell rings and i groan.
"brady!" i say reaching for the paper again.
"i'll give it to you if you come to mason's party tonight," he says.
"no."
"fine then, i'll take this," he starts walking away with my paper.
fuck.
"fine! now give it back," i tell him. he smiles and hands it back.
"see you later, princess!" he yells as i start running to my french class.
fUCK.
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"ready?" zoey asks walking into my room all of a sudden with a red, tight and short dress on.
"um for what?" i ask.
"mason's party," she says in a "duh" tone.
"i'm not going."
"yes you are, now put this on," she throws me a dress she grabbed from my closet.
"zoe-"
"shut up and get ready. layla and aubrey are outside"
i knew i wouldn't win this argument so i got ready.
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the girls and i walked in and zoey went straight to the guys. layla and aubrey went uh i don't know where so i got left alone.
i felt so uncomfortable, people were making out all over the place, i wanted to throw up.
all of a sudden i felt an arm slip around my waist. i jump a little and face the person.
"hey, babe," a slightly drunk brady says.
"don't call me that," i take his arm off my waist and walk away.
this party got boring real quick.
i know i shouldn't have but i took a shot of tequila and it wasn't good.
i tried to find the girls but it was so crowded and mason lives in a fucking mansion.
i ended up giving up and hiding in a random room.
i lay on the bed, pulling out my phone and scroll through my instagram feed. i saw a picture of chance perez and his daughter and my heart melted.
then i clicked on his profile and saw a picture of him and brady.
okay i'll admit, he is pretty attractive but his personality is um no bueno.
"fuck off max," i hear a guy say as he stumbles into the room.
"oh hey, babe," brady smirks.
"you're 16, brady. why the fuck are you drunk," i help him sit on the bed, as soon as he sits he lays back.
"because i want to," his eyes slowly start to close.
i start to walk out of the door but i here him say,
"stay."
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^ brady's solo on tour :')
