Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
A New Beginning Chapter 5
'The nerve of him!' Theresa's mind yelled.
Words to describe that man ran through her head.
Bastard.
Son of a Bitch.
Idiot.
Freak.
Cute.
No.
Leech.
Rude.
Hot.
No, No, No!
Jerk.
Inconsiderate.
Really beautiful body, amazingly hot, Brady.
NO!
She couldn't think about him like this.
She had to think jerk.
She had to think idiot.
Nothing else.
She couldn't.
She couldn't get hurt again.
Never again.
No more Noah.
No more boys.
No more 'so-called' men.
And no more Brady.
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'How could such a goregues girl be such a bitch?' Brady questioned
That question could never be answered.
It was one of the great mysteries of life.
One of the worst realities of man-kind.
Like Chole.
That name.
Something was wrong.
He use to feel hot while saying her name.
Or even thinking it.
But now, at the mention of that name, he started to feel the cold air surronding him down the long mountian path.
What was wrong with him?
There had to be something.
Or was it her.
Which her?
Chole.
Shudder.
Theresa?
Heat.
No.
He couldn't get over Chole this quickly.
Not after less than a day in Denver.
Chole deserves better.
Shudder.
Tremble.
Again.
Theresa.
Warm.
Now he could feel the faint sun beating down on his back.
How was that even possible?
It wasn't.
That was the answer.
It wasn't possible for Brady to even like her.
It couldn't be.
He still had to love Chole...
Shudder.
Back in Salem.
Even if she was with Phillip.
He cointuned to ski.
Not bad.
He hadn't skiied this much in a while.
He had never truly had slops in Salem.
Just execuses for hills.
But he knew better.
His boarding school had mountians.
Where he origanally learned to ski, snowboard, and do every other type of snow sport.
Expect bobsled.
He remembered those late nights, sneaking out with friends.
Before Chole...
Tremble.
Before Theresa.
Warmth.
When there was a Jessica, Tiffany, Ashley, Laura, Rachel, Courtny, Monica, Phoebe, Lisa, Jessie, Dani, Lyndi, Dana, Kayla, Christina, Katelyn, Alice, and all the others.
He was busy in boarding school.
He was different.
Salem was normal.
Was it?
Compared to here Salem was screwed up.
Salem had so much pain.
Grief.
Suffering.
Turmoil.
More than most places.
At least more than here.
In Denver.
He made the right choice.
Running.
Leaving.
Arriving.
Coming.
Here.
Away from Chole.
Shudder.
Here with the mountians.
Even if Theresa came with them.
Warmth.
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