EACH CHAP WILL INCLUDE 2 SENTECNES ABOUT THE CHAP. EITHER 2 ACTIONS OR 2 QUOTES
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 "You stay the hell away from us."

"You don't tell me what to do."
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  YOUR NAME IS ALISON (ALI) ROBERTSON ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Only after Ali had kissed him did she realise what she was doing.

But she didn't stop.

When she could feel his breaths start to even out, she pulled away. Alison opened her eyes, but saw Bradley's closed. He enjoyed it, then? His eyes opened, and shot to Alison's with a mixture of confusion, hate, and sadness. Alison immediately felt bad and backed away, but crashed into a chair. She tipped over and smacked her head on the floor.

Her vision blurred and everything sounded like it went underwater. She distantly felt someone's hands on her shoulders, pulling her up and lifting her to a bed. She was laid down and saw a blurry shape in front of her. She inhaled and waited...1...2...3...4 before exhaling. Her vision cleared up slightly and she could see a face in front of her. It was a very beautiful face.

A gentle jaw-line and the slight beginnings of stubble along the jawline. Eyes that were a deep-chocolate brown, filled with concern. Hands fretting over her... Beautiful, attractive, sexy... wait... what???

Alison snapped herself out of her daze and blinked to try and clear the spots in her vision. She realised with a jolt that Bradley was hovering over her. "Oh, thank god. You were just staring into nothing. I thought you had a concussion. You... don't have a concussion... do you?" Alison huffed a laugh, "Nah. I don't think so."

"So... Bradley... why're you stuck in hospital?" Alison tried to make a conversation. Luckily, Brad rose to the bait. "Um... severe bruisings, mild pneumonia and a cut on the back of my head. How about you?" Alison winced as he listed his injuries. "I have terminal cancer." Bradley gasped. "I'm so sorry, what type?" Alison wasn't bothered, "I'm not fussed. We're all gonna die eventually. It's a rare case. They don't have a cure, so they think its terminal. They don't actually know, though. I mean, I've lasted since I was 2. My sister didn't though, and she had a rare disease as well. She died a few years ago, and I fell into a coma. Great stuff..." Bradley had a look on his face that looked like concern. Alison just realised something really important.

Her and Brad were still very close...

...but then his phone rang. He winced and pulled away. He answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Bradley."

"How did you get my number?"

"I have my ways."

"I want you to delete it... now."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll find you and I'll kill you. Then I'll-"

"Well now, that's not a nice way to talk about me that way."

"You are not anything to me."

"Well... how about your new friend?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, try me."

"You stay the hell away from us."

"​​​​​​​You don't tell me what to do."

"I swear to god, I'll-"

"Watch your back. You never know when I'm around."

The phone clicked off and, Alison didn't think it was possible, but Bradley was even paler than before.