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Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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Brad sat down in front of her. His face red with anger, and his knuckles were white.

She sighed taking her hand in his she rubs her thumb over his knuckles.

"He's an a**." He muttered starring at the door where Zach had left in a hurry.
Caroline wasn't his girlfriend, but boy he didn't want that guy to be one. He was way too seductive, and perverted. And that was saying something, especially from Brad Hoax.

" why do you care"she asked returning her hands back to her lap

"Because he's more handsy then I am, and that's saying something." He growled, still upset.
"Look, I'm sorry. If someone does something like that, let me know. OK?" Brad asked relaxing some.

She nodded " i should probably go" she said starting to get up

"Wait- where to?" He asked standing up with her.

"away from here" she said her eyes getting glossy

"But why? Did I do something?" He asked going over to her side, holding a hand to her waist.

She Drew her hand into a fists not saying anything that she looked at the ground feeling the blood on her hands

"Hey, what's wrong?"
His voice was soft, and calm. He was worried, and trying to be useful. He quietly walked her out of the cafeteria to get away from prying eyes. Standing in the hall, he brought her over to the wall.

She crossed her arms over her chest not meeting his eyes.

He put a hand under her chin, tilting it up gently. "What did I do?" He asked, trying to be careful.

"nothing" she said " nothing" she whispered

Brad frowned at her, leaning in some.
"I don't want you lying to me." He said softly, letting go of her chin. Both his hands were on her hips, and his gaze was locked on her.

She closed her eyes and when she opened them they were even more glossier than before

"Caroline, please, what's wrong?" He asked, as he pulled himself closer to her. His breath was slow and steady, smelling minty from toothpaste. "You're hurt, or your upset, and it's my fault. Clearly."

She looked at his lips and then her gaze averted to his eyes

"What is bothering you?"
His voice was low, gravely even, and he wasn't even trying. His voice was a seductive purr, and he was smiling.

She bit her lip gently tugging on it.

"Come on, what's bugging you?"
Brad was getting frustrated, this was a little ridiculous. He didn't show it though. He just had a bright smile.

" You!" She yelled " you " she whispered

Brad pulled back, and frowned. "What's wrong with me?"
He wanted to hear the words. Bluntly honest if he had to, but he needed to hear her say it.

She closed her eyes " you can have any girl you want so why are you hanging around me" she said

"What do you mean? I don't understand," He frowned crossing his arms firmly. "Why wouldn't I choose you?"

She closed her eyes with sigh " you flirt with me you don't know how that affects me your insanely cute and I am just ignore me" she said.

"I won't ignore you, you're pretty hot yourself." He smiled at her, walking back up to her. "So what does that mean?"

She sighed" nothing" she said. " Nothing at all" she said

"Fine. If that's what you want." He replied turning and walking away. He felt a little hurt, though he didn't know why.

She followed after him "Brad…It's not that I want that..my heart can't take any more pain" she said