The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

"Is that how I look when I'm jealous?"

"Yes," Jonah rapidly nodded his head, taking a sip of his beer. Bradley and Ella laughed, both having beer bottles in their hands as well. Then, Jonah continued, "This is what you do. Say Ella is a random girl in this scenario, and I'm Kylan. This is him."

Kylan shook his head, chuckling, but was interesting in seeing how Jonah viewed him while he was angry.

Jonah cleared his throat, "First he makes this deadly face, like a blank stare as in, I'm going to kill you stare. And then you just slowly make your way towards the girl talking to me. Then you're very low-key like you're listening to our conversation, but you make your presence known by just standing there. Then the instance she flirts, I don't know how you do it, but you have a good random snappy comeback like, 'He's not going anywhere with your crooked teeth." Ella began laughing.

"I would never say that-"

"Kylan, don't even," Jonah chuckled, then his eyes turned back to Ella. "Then I'm going to be like, 'Ky, I'm alright, you don't have to worry,' and he'll try to push me, and for some reason, he gets ten times stronger when he's jealous, so I have to literally carry him and throw him out. Then he starts going at me like he says, 'Jonah, you're a bitch. I hate you, don't come home tonight.' That's his favorite line, by the way, the, 'Don't come home tonight.""

"And you always come home," Kylan exclaimed.

"That's because I love you," Jonah leaned towards him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Bradley furrowed his brows, "That sounds like nothing compared to the way Ella gets mad."

"What does Ella do when she's mad?" Jonah raised an eyebrow.

Bradley started explaining an incident that happened a few months back.

They were at a celebration.

Since Ella graduated in Civil Engineering and worked for an automobile company, they all celebrated together every few weeks, and every member of the company was invited. It was her first year, and she excitingly dressed in a tight red dress, gold heels, and gold earrings that Bradley had bought her. She invited Bradley as well and almost missed the event since her body had been thrown into heat when she saw him.

They headed to the hall, Bradley wiping away the smeared lipstick from the side of his neck and attempting to hide the hickeys she had given him. As they entered, they were immediately swarmed with a bunch of Ella's friends, who quickly greeted Bradley then began chatting with her, handing her a glass of champagne to get caught up with the rest.

Although he sincerely loved Ella with every drop of blood in his body, Bradley could not stand her friends. They were all preppy! High-pitched voices, all annoyingly girly that they all reminded him of Katie from back in high school. All had cheerleaders gossiping sort of vibe, and he was shocked that Ella wholeheartedly enjoyed their company. Ella reminded him of a dude at some instances; the way she argued, how she ate, how she scratched her armpits in the mornings and yawned with her mouth as opened as ever. Even her burps were worse than his, but those were features he grew accustomed to.

However, her friends always twirled their hair's obnoxiously, and he was not attracted to them whatsoever, not even to be friends with. Which was why he reached around Ella's waist and pulled her to his chest, turned her around to block her view from her friends.

"I'm going to grab some soda to drink at the counter, alright?" He leaned forward and placed a peck on her lips, "I'll be back later."

Bradley was somewhat of a girl himself; he hated when Ella's attention was diverted from him. And when she rapidly pushed his arms away from her and returned to her friends, he felt discarded.

As he walked towards the counter, he purchased a bottle of soda and leaned against the wall, observing the crowded hall. Everyone seemed to enjoy their time, including Bradley, except he hated being away from Ella. However, he was going to give her her space for this evening and continued to grumpily drink his pop.

"Wife with her friends as well?" A gravelly voice said with friendliness. When Bradley turned, he noticed a man was at the counter, handing over a bill to the waiter who pushed over his drink. He appeared older, with a few white strands and wrinkles underneath his eyes, but his smile was spread from ear to ear.

To be fair, he seemed tipsy already.

Bradley nodded his head, "Fiancé, but yes."

"You look unfamiliar; I've never met you before. I'm Miles, Deputy President."

Bradley almost spat his drink and instantly broadened his shoulders, extending his hand with a tightened face, "I had no idea, sorry. I'm Bradley-"

"You don't have to get all tense with me, boy!" Miles pointed to the counter, "How about I buy you a drink?"

"Can't, I'm driving home tonight-"

"There are taxis for a reason! It's much more fun if you have a bit of alcohol in you. I'll even pay for all your shots."

"You don't have to "

"I can't let a new face stand by the wall with a soda bottle in his hand. You're going to stand there all night?"

That was how Bradley began taking shots, and soon enough, he was on his eight, downing them as if it was water and his eyes were already droopy. Miles had basically shared his whole entire marriage storyline and given a series of advice for Bradley. Bradley could barely hear him, the taste of alcohol in his teeth. On his ninth, that shot seemed to hit him at full force, and his vision began twirling.

He was having a splendid time, laughing and leaning on the counter for support. He never thought the Deputy President of the company was going to be this kind, and their conversations, although both drunk and slurring their words every few sentences, were delightful.

Until Bradley saw a small hand poke Miles' shoulder, and when he turned around, his wife surprised him. She was much more sober than him, and her friends were with her as well.

"How is my big boy doing?" she teased, placing her peck on his cheek, and Miles smiled.

"I met this young fellah here," Miles wrapped an arm around Bradley's shoulders. "His name is Bradley."

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"I'm Chantelle," Miles's wife greeted warmly.

One of her friends waved a hand coldly, "Jackie."

However, one of them stepped towards Bradley and winked, "I'm Sierra." She was clearly being flirtatious and drunk Bradley did not catch the hint.

Instead, the group began talking as a whole, but conversations began separating, and Sierra found an opportunity to exclude the group and start chatting with Bradley. "Who are you here with?"

Bradley furrowed his brows, "My fiancé. I haven't seen her in a bit. I should go look for her."

"Then let's go look for her."

Bradley pushed himself off the counter and turned to Miles, "I'm just going to look for my fiancé."

Miles glanced towards Sierra raising her eyebrows, and then back to Bradley, "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Yes," Bradley said as he stumbled a step. Sierra caught him, placing a palm around his bicep and her glass of wine in her other hand. Both of them laughed, and Bradley added, "She'll keep me standing, I guess!" Miles chuckled dryly and said, "Let me know when you find her."

They left the group and began walking around the hall to find Ella. However, as they conversed, Bradley got sidetracked. He was focusing on getting back to Ella, but the woman started talking about her recent father's passing, and his entire mind had been indulged in that conversation. Her eyes began twinkling, and unexpectedly, they reached the garden outside.

They walked along the trails that crossed through the garden, and Sierra continued, "It's been hard ever since. My father was all I had; my mother left when I was really young, and my father never remarried. It was literally just him and I." Bradley tilted his head, "I feel sorry for you. Here," he handed her his phone, "my fiancé works here. I'll give her your contact. It'll help to have someone else to talk to, other than a therapist."

Sierra grabbed his phone, "I would rather talk to you though, you've been a good listener so far."

"Then yea," Bradley grinned, "whenever you feel lonely, you can call me."

However, she appeared saddened, "Your fiancé is lucky to have someone like you, isn't she..."

"You'll find someone, I'm sure of it. You seem like a sweet girl. I mean, from the moment I saw you, I thought your eyes were beautiful." She grinned sheepishly, her cheeks beginning to flare read as she evaded his gaze, "Your curls are attracting, your lips are plumpy, they look ravishing. I mean, here," he grabbed her hand and raised her arm, "twirl for me."

As she did, her dress flying upwards for a moment, he added, while licking his upper lip, "Sheesh, you're sexy."

She inhaled a sharp breath, and the shock caused her to stumble, which he caught in time. Bradley was not always this enthusiastic, but drunken Bradley hated seeing people feel bad about themselves. Hearing the story about her father made it even much more saddening, which was why he only wanted to make her feel better about herself.

She was in his arms, having them wrapped around her waist, and he laughed, "Are you okay?"

Her fingers had caught onto his chest, gripping his dress shirt, and she whispered, "I'm fine, thank you."

"Holding you like this," he said, leaning sideways, "I know any man would be dying to have this view." Then he laughed.

They were terribly close, and Sierra felt a sudden urge to kiss him. Which she did, and Bradley was surprised at first that he couldn't move. But then, he rapidly pulled apart, spacing his lips from hers, and his eyes had widened.

He was still holding her, but all his muscles stiffened when he heard from another direction, "Brad?"

Instantly, it seemed as if a beast had taken over Ella's features. She dropped her handbag and stormed towards them, "You fucking "

"Ella, it's not what you think-" she slapped him. When Bradley returned his eyes to her, Ella's eyes were glinting with tears, and she pointed a finger in his face, her bottom lip quivering, "We're done. I'm breaking up with you. Here, take this garbage fucking ring that meant absolutely nothing for you to cheat on me at a party meant to celebrate my accomplishments."

She pulled the ring from her finger and threw it at Bradley, who surprisingly caught it. Then, her face sharply turned to Sierra, who stepped backward, and then she twirled on her heels.

Bradley rushed after her, grabbing her wrist, "Ella, let me explain-"

"We're done, don't fucking touch me."

She was crying - Ella never cries and when Bradley became a bit more forceful, she started punching him in the chest, attempting to pull him apart. Unfortunately, Bradley was much drunker than Ella, and when she pushed him, he stumbled backward and fell.

"I'm done with you and fuck you." That was all Ella said, and she stomped her feet to the exit, wiping her tears as she left the hall.