Rest Your Love On Me {Tradley Story}

Chapter Two

16th December

Bradley couldn't answer his neighbor. Not a single word wanted to come out of his mouth and his cheeks kept a pinkish hue.

- You don't mind if I sit on your side?

- N ... No, manage to say Bradley.

The curly haired boy turned his head to focus on his notebook so that his neighbor did not notice his embarrassment.

Tristan Evans looked at him with a smirk. The tall blond found the brown funny enough to be so embarrassed by his presence.

- By the way, I'm Tristan, but everyone calls me Tris', smiled the blue-eyed boy.

- Bradley.

He was still staring at his notebook, because he found it awfully interesting for once. His heart was beating so hard that he felt like it was trying to get out of his chest and probably to jump on Tristan. The latter looked at the boy's left wrist, which was covered with bracelets, he touched one, but the youngest startled and stiffened instantly.

- Sorry, I'm rather tactile.

- It's nothing.

Bradley still couldn't believe that the boy he had secretly loved for almost two years was sitting next to him and talking to him.

- And this girl who often jumps on you, is she your girlfriend ? asked the tall blond, speaking of Iris.

- She's my best friend.

- What's her name ?

- Iris Sparks. Why do you want to know that ?

- Oh, it's just to make conversation with you, Brad.

Bradley looked at him with big eyes, it was not used to someone else - apart from his family and friends - calling him by its diminutive. However, the two teenagers turned their heads when they heard laughter.

Lewis, Damen, Mickaël, Jackson and Luke had just made their noisy entry. They were the main players on the school football team and everyone knew that.

- Look, guys, the fag has just made a new girlfriend ! Lewis exclaimed when his eyes fell on Bradley.

- It's a blonde in plus.

- In your opinion, who is the bottom?

- They must take turns sucking each other.

Tristan opened his eyes wide when he saw those fools. They had always hated them, except for Luke who was a friend, between them there had always been a rivality. Football versus basketball.

- Lewis don't describe yourself and Mickaël using me with Bradley , smiled Tristan.

- I'm not a fag like him.

- The fag, he buggers you ! exclaimed Bradley.

All eyes were on him and he covered his mouth with one hand. He had always let the insults flow, but today his words had gone beyond his thought. Luckily the professor entered the room and asked for silence.

- You did well to make him close his mouth , muttered Tristan.

- I'm going to regret it, you mean.

- Silence ! exclaimed the professor.

They fell silent and concentrated on their books.

***

The students quickly left the classroom, all except Bradley. He carefully stored his things in his backpack and waited for everyone to get out. He was staring at his shoes when a female voice spoke to him, making him startled.

- Excuse me Bradley?

- Yes ? he said in a small voice.

- I wouldn't want to disturb you, but I have an hour free after the French lesson and I was wondering if you didn't want to help me in maths.

- Uh after school it would be better for me , he said. What is maths?

- Equations of lines and equations with unknown.

- Okay. After classes at the library,it's good for you?

- Yes, really thank you Bradley. You are so nice, she smiled.

They went out together and parted once in the hallway. Bradley used to give tutoring to some students who had difficulties in mathsand physics, two subjects where he was excellent. Bradley hurried not to arrive late for his history lesson. On entering, he noticed that his friend Julien was already installed and waved his hand. He joined him to settle down beside him.

- You're lucky that the teacher is always on the point , laughed Connor gently, otherwise you would already have an hour of detention.

- I know.

- What were you doing ?

- I was talking to Susie because she wants maths help.

- Oh why I'm not good at numbers, whispered the youngest.

Connor had loved Susie for two years and yet he never dared to approach her. He envied his best friend.

- You're an idiot , laughed the brown.

- Don't laugh or I won't help you in science anymore!

- You don't help me in science.

- Leave me dream, okay?

Bradley smiles at his friend's pouting pout.

***

Bradley dragged his feet to go to French class. The two hours of History had completely exhausted him, he hated this class. He went to the back of the room, it was still empty. He put his backpack on the seat by his side and shortly after, her best friend moved to his left.

- Thank you , she said, taking out her things.

- So your class maths?

- I thought I was going to die!

- Why ?

- I hate that ! Honestly, I would massacre the guy who invented maths with rulers! I will castrate the one who forces us to study them for two hours in the morning, while hitting him with my calculator!

- Shut up.

- And, is it true that Tristan Evans was by your side in physics?

- Yes , he said quickly red cheeks.

- You use a touch!

- Shut up.

He started to get very hot every time he talked about Tristan. The beautiful blonde often haunted his nights and each time he had a problem upon waking. And if it continued like this, he was going to have one now.

***

His fingers roamed the keys delicately. His eyes were closed to better appreciate the soft sound of the instrument. He loved enjoying the music room when he had an hour free. Today, he sang and played on When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars .

He appreciated above all those moments when he was alone and he could forget the world around him, the time of a song. His voice was soft and slightly hoarse. He managed to get into the treble easily, his relatives always told him that he had a wonderful voice. He liked to answer them with one of the most beautiful quotes from Voltaire:

Music is the painting of the voice.

However, he did not know he was being observed. A tall figure had stopped in front of the room on hearing the music.

Bradley didn't know that his viewer loved his voice.