"Y/N! Please we can talk about this!" I hear Brad's voice call as I enter the empty girls locker room.
I take in a few deep breaths as the door creaks open, footsteps following.
"You lied." I mumble, staring at the red lockers that fill the room rather than the boy behind me.
Brad sighs, "I know.. And I'm sorry b-"
"No brad!" I yell, "No buts! You said you were gonna break it off with Dina. I told you I'm not going to be a side piece and I'm not going to let you play with me!"
The room goes silent as I hear Brad clear his throat, "Y/N... just look at me. Please."
I sigh, hesitantly turning around to face the cause of my pain. "I-I did break it off with her I swear. I really want to be with you.." He starts, as I back away a bit, pacing around the room.
"I didn't tell her why though. And I don't know, I guess she came over and tried to get me back and-"
"-And you kissed her." I finished, staring at him with my arms crossed and an unamused look.
Brad nods slowly, "She kissed me.." He mumbles, his eyes staring intently at his muddy shoes.
"You didn't pull away from what I saw." I state a bit harshly.
I hear a sniffle come from Brad as he looks up at me, "Y-You're right.. I didn't pull away at first, but.. I don't know, I didn't kiss back either? I was just f-frozen." He says, his voice cracking at the end, causing me to actually look up at Brad, my eyes glazing over a bit.
"I pulled away, it must've been right after you left, and I told her I didn't wanna do this.. Y/N.. I've liked you ever since middle school. Remember eighth grade? Everyone was talking about how someone left you a letter in your locker, asking you to the end-of-the-year dance?" He asks, stepping a bit closer to me, hands shoved in his letterman jacket.
I nod, "Yeah, it was like a really sweet letter, and it was from Brett Lieber. We went to the dance together, why?"
Brad shakes his head, "No it wasn't Brett. That asshole just took credit. Y/N, I wrote the letter. I was gonna tell you but fuckin' Brett owned up to it before I could. And.. I don't know, you just seemed so happy he wrote it I didn't see a point in ruining it." Brad finishes, as I chuckle slightly.
"Really? Okay. I didn't tell anyone what was in the letter. If you can recall even a little bit of it, I'll believe you."
Brad nods, looking up at me for a second, getting alarmingly close.
In a low voice he begins reciting, "Dear Y/N L/N. You probably don't know me but I've had a huge crush on you ever since sixth grade. I think you're super cute, smart, funny, and you're kinda a badass.. I didn't know if I should write this or not.. I was thinking that maybe I'd just ask you out in ninth grade, but then I realized all guys will hit puberty and end up looking way better than me and I'll have no chance. Hopefully you know who this is.. Will you go to the dance with me? Signed B.L."
I stood there shocked. He knew it all... word by word.
"Wow.. Then why did Brett take credit?" I ask, looking up at Brad, who took my hands in his.
He shrugs, "Dunno, he was saying something about 'oh she's hot, I bet I could get her to be mine' and then I guess that letter was just the perfect time for him."
"Y/N... you know, you're not a side piece. You could never be second choice to me. You're always first, okay? I really like you and I don't want this to end." Bradley hesitantly adds.
I nod, "YKnow, when he walked me home, he did ask me out.. I told him no and that I actually liked someone else." I hint, giving Brad a soft smile while leaning in slowly.
My lips collide with his as he hesitantly kisses back. Brad's hands let go of mine, and make their way to cup my face as mine fall to his waist.
He deepens the kiss, eliciting a soft whimper from me as he pulls away.
He presses his forehead to mine, a smile evident on his face as we both catch our breath.
"Just to be clear, that 'someone else' was me right?" He asks jokingly, raising an eyebrow as he extends his hand out to me.
I chuckle, nodding, "Yeah well no shit." I say, grabbing his hand in mine as we exit the locker room and make our way back to detention.
