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.
Does anyone want to help me write a story
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.
"that's none of your concern" she snapped shed never told anyone about her street fighting afraid they'd look ar her differently
"It is. Because it may be my friends. Then it is my problem." He snapped back some, standing up from his seat. "Come here, and follow me." He demanded her, hoping she'd listen. He really hoped she would.
She clenched her hands into fists her nails reopening the wounds " Fine" she said through gritted teeth
Brad felt a little bit of victory, just the slightest amount, but it was enough. He didn't take her hand, or even touch her, just walked on. Leading the way out of the cafeteria, and down the hall. "Keep up Caroline."
She growled crossing her arms over her chest following him the best she could
He picked up his pace, before catching sight of where he wanted to be. He stopped, and turned back to her. "Don't try to run away." He told her taking her arm. He pulled her into the nurses office, to clean up her cuts.
She sighed wincing when he touched her sensitive wounds " it's not your fault" she said
"Yeah, but I have a shot at changing this." He said softly in return. "Sit there." He pointed to a seat looking to see the nurse wasn't there. "Of course, she's with Mr. Davis I bet. They're probably 'talking'." He rolled his eyes looking through the cabinets.
She sat down " it's not your friends theyve not touched me never have" she said
"Well I don't care." He responded with a frown. "I'll make sure they won't but for now let me help you out."
She nodded " okay" she agreed " why are you being so nice to me?" Caroline asked
"Because I have the option to be," He stopped, and smirked softly. "Besides, you don't seem to care for flirting. At least the way I do it."
" I don't like guys flirting with me" she said looking away from him when she was younger she got kidnapped and the old men that got her flitted non-stop as they put thier hands on her
"That's what I thought, so I won't flirt with you." He said simply with a shrug. He found some bandages, and some anti-bacterial cream to clean her cuts. "May I?"
" Not like your giving me much of a.choicd" she scoffed " so go ahead" she said.
"I'm trying to help you, but if you want to do it, you can." He said holding out the stuff to her. "Go ahead, if you don't want me touching you." He responded setting the thing in her lap. He gently brushed hair from her face, and gently ran his thumb over her cheek.
Caroline's breath got caught in her throat at the contact. It had been so long since she expirenced this feeling… Comfort.
"Do you want me to do it, or you?" He asked more tenderly now, leaning in some. "Because I don't mind, but you might."
His voice was a low whisper, and his tone was filled with a romance no one else had ever heard. He was trying hard to get to her. She was so different, but he liked a challenge.
"It's up to you."
She leaned in a bit " Do you want to do it?" She asked looking into his eyes.
"I mean of course I want to," He replied, resting his hands on either side of her. Their lips were close, and their eyes were locked in each other's gaze.
He bit his lip, letting it slip through his white teeth. "But, again it's up to you." Brad said in a purr, barely moving his lips.