DECEPTION; Bradley Simpson

33.

After a torturous week, I'm driving Brad home from the hospital. It feels so good to have him back, even if he still needs some rest before coming back to school or throwing any parties. I'm slightly relieved that there aren't going to be any parties at his house.

"Are you alright?" I quickly glance over to him before I turn my attention back on the road.

"Yes," he groans, growing frustrated with me asking that same question a hundred times.

"Sorry, I'm just concerned about you," I sigh.

"You don't have to be," he gives my hand a light squeez as I stop at a red light and let go of the wheel.

I smile at him and turn up the radio, smiling to myself when my favorite song starts playing. I look over to Brad and he has an expectant smile. He gives me a small nod, signaling that it's okay if I sing.

-

After three more songs, I finally pull up in front of his house. I climb out of my car first and help him get out. His head still hurts sometimes and he got some pretty strong painkillers from the doctor.

"Do you want me to stay here or...?" I ask, but he immediately interrupts me.

"Yes," he nods slowly. "My parents aren't home and I kind of miss cuddling with you," he bites down on his bottom lip to hide his grin, but fails. I smile, nodding my head and following him inside. We go upstairs to his room and lay down on the bed. Brad wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. I rest my head on his chest, realizing how much I missed hearing his heartbeat and feeling his light caresses on my arm.

"Do you want to drink or eat anything?" I look up at him.

A smirk forms on his lips, "You," he winks, making me blush really hard. I smack his arm, making him chuckle and hide my face in the crook of his neck. "I miss hearing your breath get heavier as I touch you... like this," he whispers, laying me on my back and hovering over me. As soon as his hand slides into my jeans, my breath gets heavier.

"We can't... You need rest," I pant, biting down on my bottom lip to stop the moan that wants to escape.

"We can," he smirks, pulling my shirt slightly up and starting to kiss my stomach. Truth is, I missed this too, even if it was only a week without his touches and kisses all over my body.

Brad stops kissing my stomach to kiss my lips instead. As we're making out, his hands tug at the hem of my shirt and I pull it over my head quickly. He presses his lips against mine again. I feel him pressing his hips to me, so I can feel how hard he already is. I pull at his shirt and he takes it off, tossing it on the floor next to mine. Our jeans and underwear are on the floor in seconds, and he's sliding a condom on. He kisses my lips, pulling inside of me and I moan into his mouth. A small smirk plays on his lips as I keep moaning into the kiss.

-

"Bradley, I'm home!" I wake up to Brad's mom yelling.

"Shit," I mumble. As I sit up, I'm met with Brad's surprised expression at my use of word. I just shrug and quickly dress up.

"I'm in my room," he responds. "With Eve," the curly haired boy ads and I chuckle.

"Hi, Evelyn," Anne-Marie yells from downstairs.

"Hi," I yell back with a small giggle.

"I won't bother you, but be careful," she says, making my eyes go wide as I look over at Brad. He laughs at my expression and motions for me to lay back. He's still naked, a blanket covering him.

"Had a nice nap?" he asks with a smirk.

"Yeah. You're actually comfortable," I return his smirk.

He kisses the top of my head as I cuddle up to him. I'm so glad to see he's being his normal self again, not that weak boy who was laying in a hospital bed with bruises all over his face. I'm kind of relieved that he decided not to press charges against Tris, even though he deserves it.

A beeping sound snaps me out of my thoughts. Brad keeps getting messages, but he won't bother checking them.

"Aren't you going to read those?" I sit up.

"No," he shrugs, shaking his head.

I stand up and unlock his phone, reading the messages he got from a girl named Jessica. I don't know anyone who's called Jessica, so this is weird.

Jessica: Hey Bradley. How are you?;)

Jessica: Are you down for another round?;)

My eyes go wide as I read the last message. Tears threaten to escape as I look up from the phone and right at Brad. What is happening? Did he hook up with this girl behind my back? I know he wasn't hooking up with her the past week, but before? We've been together for almost a whole month now, anything could've happened.

"What is it?" he snaps me out of thoughts. I take step back and the phone falls out of my hands.

"Who-who's Jessica?" I ask, gulping heavily. Suddenly the whole room starts spinning and I lean my back against the wall, trying to keep myself steady.

"What?" his face goes pale as his eyes widen and he jumps to his feet. He falls back on the bed from the sudden move, but picks up his phone anyway and reads the message. "This... this is not what you think!" he stands up, walking closer to me. I keep walking towards the door until my back hits it.

"Then what is it? It's pretty clear that you've been hooking up with her," my voice is louder than I intended it to be.

"No, I-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"No, Brad. You've been going behind my back, hooking up with who knows how many girls," I snap, opening the door to his bedroom.

I run downstairs, not stopping until I'm out of this house. By the time I reach my car, tears are streaming down my face. I heard Anne ask what's wrong, but I just kept running.

I climb inside my car just as Brad runs out to his porch and searches for me with his eyes. When he notices me in the car, he jogs over and tries to open it. Of course this shit won't start up just when I need it. I try to start the vehicle mutliple times, but it won't listen to me.

"Please let me explain, Eve!" Brad bangs on the window as I try and try, but fail to start my car.

"Leave me alone!" I yell, hitting my forehead to the wheel and starting to cry even harder.

I try one more time and it finally starts up. I glare at Brad, who takes a step back, looking at me completely hopeless. I decide to ignore his sad expression that makes my heart break even more and start driving towards the dorms. What was I thinking, really? Brad is known for hooking up and playing with every girls' emotions. Did I really think I would be the one to change it? Was I really that naïve to think he felt the same as I did all along? Yes, I was. This was too good to be true, everyone knew it, me included, but I was too afraid to admit it. This is what I get for being naïve and stupid.