"But where do I go?" He asked pulling the paper down to read the fine print. He tried to find where it said, and did. With a smile he folded the paper over and stuck it in his back pocket. He quickly made his way to the writer's room.
Caroline was now in there typing away there was a story and she'd be the one to deliver it to her fellow student body. She had witnessed beaten pups around the school and was writing an article about helping them.
Brad took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. He wasn't even sure who was on the team, but he knew he'd most likely have already charmed them, and it would be easy to get on the team. There were few people who he hadn't charmed, mostly Freshmen, but he'd get to them later.
" it's open" Caroline hollered her fingers dancing Along the keyboard her eyes not leaving the screen
Brad smiled, adjusting his backpack before opening the door. "Hello! I'm Brad, and I came here for- oh…" He stopped, seeing her face. There was no way he was going to be apart of this now. She'd never let him. He sighed and started to turn. "Uh, nevermind. You seem busy anyways."
Caroline stop typing and look at him there was no way she was just going to refuse him because she didn't like him he was going to ruin his chance at something because of how she felt and that's when that word came out of her mouth.
" Sit" she said pointing to the chair in front of her on the other side of the table
He stopped in his tracks, and looked back to her. "Really? Are you sure?" Brad asked a little surprised at this.
"I thought you didn't like me?" 'Though it doesn't seem like it today at all.' He scoffed at himself, walking over to the chair.
He sat down in it, and awkwardly fiddled with his thumbs.
"no I never said I didn't like I can annoyed because you and your little buddies decide to pick on me because it doesn't Matter right now" she said
Brad felt a smile come to his lips. She was definitely nothing like him in any way.
“You’re no me, that’s for sure.” He nodded crossing his arms over his chest. “ I think you know why I’m here. Right?” He asked tapping his finger against his arm.
"well it's not to visit me"she teased " then it must be for the newspaper… I need a guy on the scenes to ask people questions to write about what you hear what you see" she said
“I can do that. I’ve got a special… charm might I say.” He smiled softly with a nod. She’d know all about his flirting habits, and his play boy attitude. “But I bet you knew that already, gorgeous.” He winked at her with a smirk.
She playfully rolled her eyes two could play this game " I hope your talking about yourself cutie" she said
“Well it would be rude to now wouldn’t it? Though you don’t seem to understand that.” He chuckled leaning back in his seat. He felt relaxed and this was defiantly something he was good at. It was an area of expertise.
" after lunch meat me in here" she said walking out the door her hips swaying as she walked
He watched her, feeling a little bit of an odd sensation in his gut. She did have nice hips, and a nice body in general. Though he didn’t want to tell her that, he had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate it if he said something like he did to the one girl earlier. Especially the 100% off pickup line. Brad decided not to take anything too far with her, she didn’t seem the type.
Lunch came around and Caroline sat at a table alone using her fork to play with her salad she wasn't that hungry but at the same time she was.
Brad had met with Collins after he had went to the writer’s room. He was now on his way to lunch, but kept getting stopped by a different girl each time. He would say:”Sorry, I can’t right now.” Or “We’ll talk later.” Just to satisfy their needs, having no intention to talk with any of them later.
Caroline looked at her food with a ' what are you looking at look' she shook her head " I'm mentally talking to my food" she muttered
“Well that’s a little strange.” Brad chuckled sitting down at the table. “Who talks to their food? But I mean, you are different.” He smirked pulling his leg up onto the little bench. “You’re about one of the only girls here not fawning.”
She playfully rolled her eyes " i have better things to do than to stare and drool over pretty boys" she said with a chuckle
"Oh so you at least admit I'm good looking. Though most of the gang would consider that an insult." He chuckled lowly, leaning on his palm, closer to her. "You know, you should be a little more careful when they're around, they may try to use you for their own… "needs" doll face." He said using finger quotes on the word needs.
She leaned in " I Know how to handle myself " she whispered into his ear
"Do you?" He asked seriously. "I saw your hands earlier, that didn't look like you can protect yourself. That bruise also says otherwise." He said sharply, not liking the fact she practically lied to his face. "You really need to be more careful, one day they'll realize that nice body of yours. They'll use you. All of them."
" the cuts were caused by me" she said not meeting his eyes afraid she'd crack under pressure
"Is that so? Where'd the bruise come from?" He asked, trying to get to her. He knew they'd done it, they were always the ones. The people he called his "friends". They beat poor helpless kids up, mostly girls. He wasn't able to get out though, he was in the gang, and had nowhere to go.