The Seventh Day

Chapter 6: The Confession of Brad

        Only seven days before the Talent Show and we’ve been practicing a while now. It’s been fun because I get to know the boys better, but every single day I spent with them, with James, I feel weirder and weirder. I notice something different about Brad either. He’s not the quiet and so innocent Brad that I used to know. I never thought he could utter such word like shit, fuck, and blah blah blah words. Others say it, and they might think I’m overreacting but, I never thought Brad would say such foul words.

        Connor, well, such a fun wee lad. I always thought of him as a character from Harry Potter. It’s just that he tends to enjoy everything and he’s like an innocent daredevil, who’s always up for an adventure. And Tristan, he’s such a DJ. He loves to mix up songs, and when we mess up during the middle of the song he just goes on and on and inserts another song, and we just go with it.

                While I was browsing through my Twitter, James jumped on the bean bag I was sitting on and his fall inflated the side I was sitting and lifted me. “Hey!” I pushed him. I laughed as hard as he tumbles down. “Aw come on.” Then he tries to come back. “Can I at least lie down on your lap?” then he gave me puppy eyes, begging me to let him lay down on my lap. The weight of his head fell into my thighs as he makes himself comfortable. “I am not following you on twitter, don’t I?” as he stares at me while tweeting. “Nope. I don’t usually use my twitter. Only on important occasions.” Then I continued randomly typing on my keyboard. “What’s your username? Tell me and I’ll follow you.”

        He offered as his blonde hair tickles my thighs every time he spins his head. “No thanks.” Then he gave me a distracting look. He raised his eye brows, “You know lots of girls are dying just to get a follow from me.” He muttered. I giggled “Well I am not like those other girls, you said so yourself.” Then he lets out a loud grunt. “@TheVampsJames, in case you change your mind.”

        Then I shove his head. “No way McVey!” I whispered in his ears then I laughed at him. He got up and took my laptop and set it aside then he tackled me down and starts tickling me. We were tickling each other when I heard Brad clears his throat, “Come on. We’ve got no time to lose. The Talent Competition is next week, aren’t you worried? We shouldn’t waste our time flirting with each other.” I bet Brad’s mad. I don’t know why. He’s been so stingy whenever he caught me and James ‘flirting’. We’re just having fun. Why does he have to be so harsh?

                After one round Brad went inside, not to mention that it’s his house where we are rehearsing. “Brad’s acting weird.” Said Tristan, spinning one drumstick between his fingers. “He’s definitely stressed out.” Connor added. I felt guilty again. I know it’s always my fault, I admit, but why does Brad had to be so mean among his friends. He can always be mean to me. I think I can manage to handle it. “Uh—would you guys excuse me for a bit?  Need to use the bathroom.” I knew that I was about to cry that time and I can’t Do it in front of them, not to James.

         As I came in the bathroom, I locked the door for privacy. I was surprised to what I saw. Shirtless Brad, it’s the same event that happened to me with James. “Oh no I’m sorry. I’m really sorry! I should’ve knocked.” I was covering eyes as I try to find the doorknob, but I remembered it was locked.

        Then I felt Brad’s hand as he reached for my arm and pulled me towards him. He pins me to the wall and his face was so close to mine that I can feel him breathing. He gently places his other hand on my face. His palm touches my cheeks, “Brad, what are you trying to do?” I said in a raspy voice. He placed my head into his chest. “Do you hear that? That’s my heart beating for you.” Was that one of his cheeky pick-up lines again? Well he doesn’t need to shove my head into his abdomen so I could feel the cheekiness of that line. “Why can’t you see it Annie? Why do you keep ignoring me?” he muttered in my ear.

        I can feel his breath as he speaks. “Wha-What do you mean? Brad, are you on drugs or something?” then I tried to push him away, but his grip on my arms were stronger. He pinned my arms just above my head as his face runs down to my neck. I can feel his warm breath in my neck. “Brad please stop.” As I struggle to get loose of his grip. I can feel that his hands grasps tighter and tighter. “Brad please, what are you trying to do?” but he didn’t reply.

        He lets go of my hand. I twisted it, trying to relieve the pain from his tight clench. “I-I’m really sorry. I am just out of my mind.” Then he puts on his shirt. He approached me and murmured, “We must not speak of this.” Then he stared at me.