your body is a weapon → brad simpson | ✓

twenty nine

Brad was adamant on taking me home after the incident with the boys at school. He told the receptionist to sign us out and she didn't even question us. I guess his bad reputation scares the teachers a lot.

He took us to my house since the boys were at his house today and he didn't want them to bug me since they were being 'extra annoying' today.

"You go sit down in your lounge and I'll make you something to eat," he smiles at me and I roll my eyes at him.

"I've not got a concussion," I tell him. "You made breakfast, so let me make lunch."

"You still hurt your head," he says, taking ahold of my hand lightly and taking me into the lounge. "Sit down."

"I don't want to—,"

"Sit down," he replies and I narrow my eyes at him. "I mean it, Jamie. You sit here and watch some tv while I make you some scrambled egg on toast."

I open my mouth to protest but he was already halfway through the door. I let out a sigh and follow him into the kitchen.

"I told you to sit down in the lounge," Brad says as I lift myself up onto a barstool at the kitchen island. "You're meant to leave me to my work."

"I wanna make sure you don't set the house on fire," I say playfully and he flips the finger at me as he opens up the fridge to get the eggs. He begins scrambling them in a pan, putting herbs and spices in it and when he's done, he places the egg on two, perfectly browned pieces of toast.

"Bone apple teeth," he smiles at me as he slides the plate in front of me. I already had my knife and fork.

"Are you not having anything?"

"No," he shakes his head. "I ate whilst I was out earlier." I nod and begin to eat awkwardly, and when I'm finished he takes it off of me and puts it in the wash. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," I tell him honestly. "How are you feeling?"

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not the one that got harassed at school today. Sorry about that, by the way."

"Why are you apologising? You didn't do it."

"I mean, they did it because of me," he shrugs, walking around the kitchen island. I decide not to argue with him. I know he's not guilty of anything.

Once I've finished eating, I slide my plate away and smile at him. "How was the meeting with your boss?"

"It was okay," he shrugs, looking at his fingers nervously. "He just wanted to keep up with what was happening, let us know about some plans."

"Plans?" I ask curiously.

"He wants to hold a dinner after the New Year," he says, looking up at me. "To get the whole gang together, make sure people are still in line, make some new deals with suppliers."

"That doesn't sound fun," I say, thinking of all the dangerous men in one room. It could turn into chaos quite easily.

"No, it doesn't," Brad agrees. "But I've got to go because I'm a part of the inner circle. I get told off if I don't go."

I tilt my head to the side slightly. "When is it?"

"It's the first Friday of the new year," Brad tells me and I nod. He purses his lips for a moment, about to say something but decided against it. "Anyway, shall we watch a film or something?"

"Sure," I smile, standing up off of the barstool. I put the dirty pots in the dishwasher before Brad and I decide on a film to watch.

Brad sits in the corner of my sofa while I turn on the television and switch on Netflix. When it's on the screen, I sit next to Brad and rest my head on his shoulder while his arm rests above the sofa.