Rest Your Love On Me {Tradley Story}

Chapter Nineteen

27th April

The couple of young men were seated on a faded green bench. The sky was moody. The clouds had a grayish complexion, the air was cool for this month of April and the morale of the teenagers was at a low point.

Connor and Claire left two days ago. They all cried. They all promised to call each other several times a week and make video calls, but how long would they endure this separation? They all knew it was only temporary.

The condition of the group was miserable.

Bradley hardly ever spoke and cried every night in his room. How would he do without his best friend by his side? Why was he taken away when his condition finally improved?

Tristan didn't know how to make his boyfriend smile. He was affected by this departure too, but it was his brown who suffered the most.

James was desperate because he didn't know how to go about seducing the young French girl. He hardly saw her anymore.

Iris had almost disappeared from the radars. Bradley passed his at times in the corridors of the school, she sometimes accompanied him home, but she never come to visit him. She neither called nor sent a message. She had become ghostly.

- Hey guys, James said when he got there.
- Hi, whispered Bradley.
- How's it going James?
- Yeah. What's up, lovers?

Tristan had told James everything. All the feelings that mixed together when he sat next to the brunette and the explosions inside his body when they kissed. He had the right to the famous question "Are you gay?" And he could not answer. It had taken him two long minutes before smiling and answering:

- I'm neither gay, nor straight. I'm only Bradleysexual.

They chatted for long minutes when Bradley saw his best friend a little further. She was smiling, something that had become rare lately. She motioned to her best friend to say nothing, as she slowly approached James.

Suddenly she darted and jumped onto the back of the blue-eyed boy. He gave a little virile cry and had this reflex to grab his thighs.

- Hi band of hens!
- But you're not good you! cried the bearer. I almost had a heart attack.
- Excuse me, she said kissing his cheek making him blush.
- What are you doing here? asked the brunette.
- I tell you that it's lunch break and that for me any excuse is good to take to get rid of me. So I wanted to hang out here.
- Besides, how long will it take?
- Shit, we're late! said the blond.

Iris wanted to get off James' back, but he started to run holding her firmly. Bradley did the same with the tall blond, he couldn't run yet because of his ankle in rehabilitation.

Arriving in a storm outside the school, all eyes were on them. Iris was finally able to descend from the back of her mount before turning to Tristan who was folded in half to catch his breath.

- Are you sure we're late?

Bradley looked at the watch hanging on his older brother's wrist before sighing, shaking his head. Certainly, he was not blond for nothing.

- Tristan, you were wrong again with your needles. We are ten minutes early.
- Damn it.

Iris exploded with laughter followed by the other three. There was only them to do anything like that.

***

The two young men laughed as they approached their class. He had lost their bet - he had done it on purpose - and he had to carry it to his chair. He loved this moment with him. Upon entering the classroom, all eyes were on them and everyone became silent. He brought her to his desk, smiling.

- How long has the depressed been dating James?
- We are not together. And what can it do to you Kimberley? sighed the blonde as she took her place.
- He only hangs out with you because he has pity, poor bell.
- He would have mercy on me if I had your tiny brain and your face, there is repair work to do, believe me.

Some students laughed and this reply made James smile who had just moved next to her. Kimberley blushed in shame before smiling. She had just found her angle of attack.

- At least I am not a poor asshole, without money, or guy.

Iris opened her eyes wide before turning completely to her interlocutor. How could she know she was having money problems?

- What? Everyone knows that you are broke to the point of going to work at Black Coffee.
- I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. At least I know how to work, not like you, your family gives you money when you want.
- I'm not an orphan at least.

The blonde felt herself go pale. She made the connection. Mikaël had had time to talk to him about this.

- Kimberley shut up, growled James. Mind your own business.
- What? It is only the truth.
- Shut up, said the French woman in a trembling voice. My life is none of your business and I don't date a guy with the peanut IQ, not like you.
- Go back with your fagots and let us breathe.

James stood up and stood in front of Kimberley's desk. His fists and teeth were clenched, he tried not to explode immediately.

- Andersen, I advise you to close your mouth, right away.
- What would you like to do, huh? Are you a pedal to hit a girl?
- I don't hit girls, I still have my principles. But if you continue, I’ll ruin your reputation.
- How would you like to do that, huh? You can't ruin my reputation, I don't have one. I am a respectable woman.
- You're just a brainless kid. Iris is a respectable woman at least. She gets up every morning to come to this hutch, to see the mouth of bitch like you and then she leaves to work. So if you talk about her, you have an interest in doing it well.
- You don't scare me.
- Well then you will have no problem with me telling the whole class that you came to the locker room for the basketball team last year, he said aloud, smiling. We were all in the showers after training and you came to join us. Do I have to remind you that you fucked with eight guys that day? That you loved sucking Andrew's tail when you got caught twice by Mathias and Giovanni?
- What ...
- And yes, I was there, he said darkly, I did not participate in this orgy, but I saw and heard you. You are not the most discreet besides. Oh and then you're just a slut, because you fucked with eight guys if not more - while you were in a relationship with your dear psychopath boyfriend, Mickaël. I continue where will it go?

He smiled when he saw his livid face. He was not mean, but there she was pushing the plug far too far. He readjusted his orange plaid shirt, before turning to the whole class.

- So if I hear or see someone mocking or hitting one of my friends, I give him special treatment. I know something about each of you and the guys, I would not hesitate to fight if necessary. So now you’ll all leave Iris, Bradley and Tristan alone.

He returned to sit down beside the French woman who looked at him with wide eyes. She had never seen him like that. He intertwined his fingers with her, under the table.

Provoking a long thrill to each of them.

30th April 

Bradley breathed out of his meeting with the physiotherapist. His ankle was better, but he was still in pain. He checked the time on his cell phone and jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

- Hi you.
- You scared me Tristan!
- Sorry, he laughs. I came to pick you up with James.
- Why ?
- We had planned to go to Iris's house, because we haven't seen her for three days and we haven't heard of her.
- I don't have either.
- He tried to call her two minutes ago, but she doesn't answer. We are worried.
- We should go.

The brunette followed the blonde to his car. He greeted his friend and they set off for the blonde's home. They went up the stairs and arrived at his door. Bradley knocked several times, but no response. He struck harder, saying loud enough:

- Iris, it's Brad, opens!

He repeated it several times, but no response came.
It was there that they got scared.