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“C-Caroline… I-“ Brad seemed hesitant, worried what she would do to him after all that had happened already.

“I’m afraid how mad you are at me.” Brad whispered, keeping a little distance between the two of them. “And what’s about to happen, because clearly I messed something up.”

Brad noted everyone starring, walking up to her. "You wanna talk more privately? Somewhere people aren't listening in?" Brad asked her softly, resting his hands on both of her shoulders. "If not, I understand."

Giving her a soft smile, he nodded before scooping her up in his arms and leading her out of the cafeteria. "Where to princess?" Brad asked her in a whisper, holding onto her tightly.

Nodding slightly, he brought her outside to sit on the steps in front of the school. Sitting down, he held her on his lap when he had. "You can cry if you need to. Or vent. Or slap me. Whatever you need."

"Like what?" Brad asked her softly, pressing his lips to her cheek. "How bad are they, I want to understand." He whispered now, his lips brushing against her skin.

"Lose me?" Brad asked her softly, cupping her cheek. "I don't think so. I'm not going anywhere. Especially with the way that girl snapped at you. You need me. I'm not leaving." Brad told her softly, resting his forehead against hers. "I promised to love you, and be yours. I'm not leaving that easy."

"What if I just don't love her? Huh? If I don't give in, because I know what she's doing, then there shouldn't be a problem. I've never seen that girl in my life before today. She didn't do so well trying to keep a good impression." Brad shrugged, rubbing her knee slightly.

“I do, but there’s a huge difference between us. If any of those girls had asked me out, I would have gone out with them for kicks, and then politely explained to them afterwards how I really felt. I’m assuming Star isn’t like that.” Brad shrugged, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I didn’t want to ask a girl out unless I actually really liked her. I flirted, even if it was a little much at times, to try and make some girl feel better about herself. There’s a lot you must not know about me.”

Caroline was pulling at strings, she really shouldn't be. But Brad wasn't going to say that. "You think I don't know, and understand that? Ever since we started dating, if you've taken the time to notice, I've gone and apologized to all of those girls."

"You make it sound like I don't have 75% of that to do." Brad mumbled softly, tightening his jaw. "Look, I don't know why you're upset with me, so please just tell me."

"I'm clueless, alright? I don't know anything about relationships. I don't know the first thing about girls. Just because I grew up with an older sister, doesn't mean I know everything. I feel like you don't understand, that I don't understand." Brad cried out softly, finally getting what he had been thinking about for months off his chest.

"How am I suppose to learn?" Brad asked right back, scanning her face with a slight frown. "Do you expect me to just watch, and learn? I don't do that. I can't do that."

"I've been trying Caroline. You aren't the first girl I ever dated, if that isn't too much of a shock to you. And believe it or not, I know what love is. Being with you, I feel loved. And I love back." He explained, trying his best not to snap at her.

"I knew it. You are mad at me. For something I don't even know about." He sighed, sliding her off of his lap. "Until you want to tell me what I did, so I can try and fix things, I think I might actually try and eat something today."