Chapter 158: Date
Man, all that junk at the door just made me feel even more bummed out.
So, Daniel finally got off his butt and did something, and Zoe spilled the beans, but it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
She used to lie all the time, and I never bought her stories. Now that she’s being honest, it’s just making me feel worse.
Ugh, I was so ticked off.
Helen asked why I was down, but I didn’t spill. Didn’t want them stressing over my drama. Gotta handle my own mess, right?
I racked my brain for ages but came up with zilch, so I figured I’d just roll with it and take things as they come.
That night, the video call came in super late; I was almost out cold when Brad hit me up.
His place was all dim and noisy, like he was at some rager.
"Brad, you’re not home, are you?"
Brad rubbed his temples and gave me this sweet, tipsy smile. His eyes were all dreamy, like he was drunk on love or something.
"Just hanging with some old classmates. I wanted to bring you along, but it got too late, and I didn’t wanna bug you."
"Who’s that? Your girl? Lemme see!" Some hand popped up on the screen, trying to snatch Brad’s phone to get a look at me.
I freaked and dove under the blanket, leaving just my eyes peeking out.
I’d just showered, and my hair was a total mess. If Brad’s buddies saw me like that, I’d die of embarrassment.
Seeing me hide, Brad laughed even harder. He shoved the hand away and asked what I’d been up to.
But the dude trying to grab the phone was relentless, sticking to Brad like glue, not giving up until he saw me.
I wanted to tell Brad about the whole Daniel and Zoe drama, but it wasn’t the right vibe. Plus, airing out home issues in front of his friends would just embarrass him.
I decided to save it for tomorrow. One night wouldn’t change anything.
But you know how it goes: sometimes, a little delay can change everything.
The next morning, just as I was getting up, Brad showed up to pick me up, saying he had a surprise.
We ended up at this coffee shop.
Brad parked me by the window, ordered me some coffee and cake, and told me to chill while he chatted with some middle-aged dude inside.
After a bit, the guy pulled out a stack of papers. They signed them after a long chat, but I couldn’t catch what they were saying from where I was.
Once the guy left, Brad sat across from me with a file bag, watching me munch on my cake.
"What’s that?" I asked, my mouth full of cake, eyeing the file bag.
"I’ll tell you later. Just sit tight and enjoy your food."
After munching down, I asked Brad where we were headed next. To my surprise, he said we were going home.
Instantly, I felt a wave of stress hit me.
I really didn’t want to go to his place. Too many bad memories and people I’d rather not see.
"I don’t wanna go," I pouted.
Brad, knowing exactly what was on my mind, gently held my hands and smiled, "My folks are out visiting friends, and Daniel’s off with his classmates. They won’t be back today."
So, a date with Brad? Our first real date?
It was tempting, for sure.
But thinking about all the bad stuff that happened at his place just stressed me out. I really didn’t want to go.
Brad kept sweet-talking me, and before I knew it, we were parked in front of his house.
The "For Sale" sign was still up on my house’s front door. We’d lived there for over twenty years, and since we weren’t in a rush, we wanted to find the right buyer.
The weather had been freezing lately, and most of the flowers were dead, except for some green vines.
"Why aren’t you going in?" Brad unlocked the door and bent down to ask me.
His warm breath on my neck made my heart skip a beat.
Suddenly, my heart was racing, and I felt a rush of heat to my head, my cheeks burning like they were on fire.
I’d been alone with Brad before, but always with Ronan and Helen around.
In this big, quiet house, where even footsteps might echo, it was just the two of us, nurturing our budding romance. Anyone would have a racing heart in this situation.
I changed my shoes, and Brad practically pushed me into his room.
I swear I tried to resist, but his scent made me feel weak all over, and I was no match for him. He pinned me down on his bed.
As soon as my butt hit the sheets, I bounced up like a spring.
If Brad hadn’t dodged quickly, I might’ve hit his chin, leaving us both injured, maybe even bleeding.
"Brad, my mom needs me for something. I should go back." I reached for my small bag, feeling flustered.
I wasn’t being dramatic; I was just flustered. Scenes from novels flashed through my mind like a movie, making my heart race.
I didn’t know what he was thinking, but my mind was a mess.
Desire? Fear? Affection? Passion? I couldn’t pinpoint the exact feeling. Simply put, I wanted to stick to the principles Helen taught me, but I also felt a mysterious anticipation.
Maybe my simple thoughts and honest feelings made Brad understand me. He placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on the headboard, trapping me between his arms and the bed.
I had never been in such a situation before. What should I do?
I clutched my collar, like a little rabbit about to be eaten by a wolf, and moved to the side, saying, "What are you laughing at?"
Brad laughed even harder, leaning forward, and I had no strength to resist as he pinned me down on the bed.
Before I could react, Brad’s scent enveloped me, making my face feel like it was on fire.
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