The Bad Boy Ate My Shirt

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As Brad sat outside the school smoking a cigarette (it was actually made out of candy), he heard light footsteps approaching from behind. Suddenly, the cigarette was plucked out of his hand and thrown to the ground and crushed.

Before Brad could protest, a soft voice spoke up: "Smoking's not good for you, you know." Brad's eyes widened and he stood up quickly and smoothed his black hoodie.

"M-Master!" he exclaimed. The boy across from him sighed.

"I've told you to stop calling me that. My name is Drew. Drew," the boy said, frowning slightly. Despite being a year ahead of him, Master was several inches shorter than Brad. His smooth, soft-looking brown hair hung down just above his eyes, and despite his gentle gaze, his brown eyes had a certain intensity.

"S-sorry, Master, er, D-D-Drew. A lot's been on my mind lately. I really screwed up, and now I'm paying the price for it," Brad let out a huge sigh and lowered his head.

Mast--Drew sat down and patted the spot next to him. Brad sat down.

"What happened?" His voice was gentle (like everything else about him) and soothing, and Brad already felt better just listening to it.

"You see, there's this scary bitch--" Drew gave Brad a look. "Girl. This really scary girl, and somehow one thing led to another and I ended up eating her shirt. Then as punishment she's making me go on a date with her!"

"Uhh, you....ate her shirt?" Drew asked, trying his best to not offend Brad.

"I was hungry, okay? I was hallucinating; I thought it was a cake!!" Brad protested, holding his head in his hands. Drew simply laughed lightly and patted Brad on the back, causing Brad to tense up slightly.

"So when is this date?" Drew asked, changing the topic. Brad looked up at the sky hopelessly.

"Friday..." he said glumly. When Drew continued to stare at him, he elaborated, "It's at 7. We're gonna see a movie." Brad kicked a nearby rock.

"It's only a movie, it can't be that bad, right? It'll be over after just a couple hours. Then you won't have to think about it ever again," Drew tried to reassure Brad. Brad simply sighed.

"But that girl Marisa...she's terrifying. I did want to be friends with her, but after how terrifying she was when I almost ate her shirt, I get nervous just thinking about having to even see her," Brad said, shivering as he stared at the ground. Drew giggled.

"Well, I guess you're just a normal guy after all. I mean you're supposed to be nervous before a date," Drew teased, giving a cute smile.

"W-what?? N-no!! Don't get the wrong idea! This is a different type of nervousness!! It's not like that, I don't feel that way about her! It's just...you should've seen the look in her eyes when she caught me. Pure bloodlust, I tell you! I guess I deserved it, sure, but I was seriously scared for my safety," Brad exclaimed, muttering the last bit.

"Look at it this way: if she wanted to punish or hurt you, she would've done it when you ate her shirt. She wouldn't have asked you on a date. She's just a regular lovestruck girl who's using your blunder as an opportunity to get to know you," Drew reassured, lightly slinging an arm around Brad's shoulders. Brad froze slightly before looking at Drew.

"You're so smart, Master," he said, a peaceful look on his face. Drew's smile faltered slightly as he processed what he was seeing. Brad looking truly peaceful. No fake anger, no over-the-top excitement, no worry. Just a look of pure tranquility.

"Well," Drew said, standing up, "I have to get to class. If you need anything, give me a call." Brad watched Drew walk back into the school.

"In that case...I think I'll go to class for once as well," Brad muttered.