Maxly in Love

Chapter 2

Mas sat down on his new bed. Sure, it was hard, and smelled like old people and... things he didn't want to think about, but it was his. In his room, with his friends. "Is it just me or does it smell weird in here?" P.J. said as he looked around the dim dorm room. "Yeah," Bobby replied. "It definitely smells like some 100-year-old grandma lived here." Max rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. "Yeah, it does, I guess. But at least it's ours." Bobby flopped down on the bottom bunk across from Max's single bed. "Home sweet home." he said, star fishing on the bed. P.J set down his bags and looked cautiously at the top bunk. "Are you sure you want the bottom bunk Bobby? I think I might break the top one." Bobby sat up and shook his head. "No man, the winds said this was mine, and that one is yours." He pointed to the top bunk. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Okay." P.J said tentatively. "But if it breaks, you're paying for it." Max didn't blame him. He would have wanted to the bottom bunk too. P.J. was definitely not the lightest person he knew. Max was suddenly aware of how much unpacking they needed to do as he looked around their new room. He stood up and suddenly had a better idea than unpacking. "Let's go ride around for a while. I need to stretch my legs after that... exhilarating car ride." If Max wasn't in excellent health the ride to college would have given him a fatal heart attack. Bobby was a terrible driver. Max wasn't sure he was going to let Bobby drive when he was in the car ever again. He grabbed his skateboard and the other two followed shortly after. 

Max had always felt best when he was on his board. It was as if any care he once had was gone. All Max had to worry about was how good he looked. And that was no issue. Bobby and P.J. followed behind Max on his board as they flew down the sidewalks past the tall dorms and buildings full of classrooms. Large houses soon replaced the buildings. They were back in fraternity territory. Max wasn't going to slow up though. If people wanted to move out of the way they would. He wanted to make sure everyone know that he was going to be the new king, and that everyone could forget about Bradley. People were looking at him and the other two. Max couldn't make out what they were saying but he knew they were talking about him. A familiar white house came into view and Max laughed. He knew this was his real moment to show Bradley up. Max pumped the speed on his skateboard and did a few simple tricks down the sidewalk. Not enough to cause a ruckus, but just enough grab needed attention. He made sure to find Bradley in the crowd of people. Max was going so fast he was afraid he was going to miss Bradley. He wanted to make sure Bradley knew who he was. Just as he was about to pass the house, he found Bradley near the net. Bradley's head whipped around and found Max soon after. Max was satisfied. Bradley had seen him and his abilities on the skateboard. He faced forward to watch out for unmoving students. 

Minutes later he heard something behind him. And it wasn't just his best friends. It was Bradley and his Gamma brothers. They were following him down the sidewalk. What a freak. What was he? Obsessed? Max wanted to lose the Gammas. "Let's go get some Jo." Max said to Bobby and P.J. They rolled across the street and to a dingy coffee shop under one of the buildings. P.J. and Max grabbed their boards to head to the outdoor stairs to the shop. "You guys get seats, I'll grab the java." Max said as they entered the dim shop. Max ordered three drinks leaned on the counter taking in the new shop. To one side was a stage and some low rounded tables. A girl, who Max was sure he was supposed to find hot, but for some reason did not, was preforming what he assumed was original slam poetry. He looked her up and down looked for something to grab onto when his coffee was placed in front of him. He grabbed it and looked down at the coffee, sure not to spill it. College coffee was always so overpriced. Without warning Max felt himself slam into what felt like a brick wall. When he looked up his whole body became warm. Probably from the coffee spilled on his shirt. Expect there was not coffee on Max. Only the person in front of him. He would recognize those long legs anywhere. When he looked up to see whose shirt he ruined, a gasp rolled past his lips. It was Bradley. He had spilled coffee all over Bradley's shirt. And although he did not like Bradley, he still felt bad for ruining someone clothes. Especially when they cost an arm and a leg as they looked to. But it was probably his Daddys money so he shouldn't feel so bad. But he did. Bradley had also gasped. He had ordered that coffee extra hot so it had to hurt. "Oh man!" Max exclaimed franticly setting down the tray on the counter and looking for the nearest stack of napkins. "I'm so sorry."