He's Not Bad, He's Broken

Chapter 27 - I'm Not Okay

Currently, I am sitting in English wishing for this lecture to be over and looking around the room, so is everyone else. Unfortunately, we still have twenty minutes left.

Sighing, I place my elbow on my desk and rest my cheek on my hand. I glance back at the clock. Nineteen minutes remaining. I close my eyes. Then, a phone rings. It was my teachers.

"Hello?. . .Yes, I'll send him down." He sets the phone down. I sigh. Damn, I wish that was me - "Bradley? Stevenson? Down to the office please, you're leaving." My eyes shoot open. Didn't he say he? Actually, doesn't matter, I'm going.

Someone laughs out loud, "She. Mr. K. Bradley is a girl." I stand up and gather my things, glaring at Justin. He just shoots me a smile and winks. I smile back, with a shake of my head.

'Where are you going?' He mouths. I just shrug, throwing my bag over my shoulders.

I walk towards the door, pulling it open before I walk out without a second glance.

Walking down the hall, I pull out my phone and see that I have three texts from Kale.

What's up, buttercup? -Kale

Okay, sorry. That was cringy. Won't say that again. -Kale

Where are you going? Justin said you got called to the office. -Kale

I laugh at the first two and scoff at the last one. How did Justin text him so fast?

I went to type my reply when I realized I was at the front office. I pushed the door open when I saw my brother. I smiled and shoved my phone in my pocket.

"Hey, Lil B." He pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I miss this. He pulls away and puts his arm over my shoulder. "Alright, let's go."

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask him as we walked out of the office. He just shrugged and sent me a smile. I sigh. When we got out to the parking lot he pulls me towards a really nice Ford truck. I'm not sure what exactly it was, but it was nice.

"Hop in, little sister." He tells me, going to the drivers side of the truck.

"Where did you get this?" I ask him, suspiciously. He just got out, there's no way that he can afford this. "Are you - Are you selling again?"

He looks at me with wide eyes, "No, Bradley. I'm not. Mr. Ryder let me borrow it. He has tons of cars and he told me that I could have one. I'm not keeping this though, I feel bad. I'm going to look for a job and then I will get my own."

My eyes water, he's always been the most thoughtful person I knew. He had the option to keep this truck, but he still wants to get his own. I nod my head, unable to speak.

He looks at me for a minute before clearing his throat and turning the truck on and pulling out of the school parking lot.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket multiple times, I reach my hand in to grab it when Brady speaks up, "We are going bowling." I set my phone in my lap, forgetting it.

"Really?" I grin.

"No. I just said that for no reason."

I glare at my older brother. "No need to be rude."

He grins, glancing at me. "Just like old times." I look at him, like I really look at him. He looks so much like him. They have the same light brown hair, the same dark brown eyes, he is like a replica of our father, in the face at least. They have completely different body types. Brady is wide and huge, like strong big, which he no doubt got from being locked up. And my father? He wasn't a huge man. Shorter than six feet, not very large, but terrifying nonetheless.