Bathroom (Max x Bradley) - Maxley

CHAPTER 7

My hand was slipping. I panicked, life flashing before my eyes, but the skateboard fell on his right side and I managed to finish the trick without killing myself. I finished the routine and got back on the platform. I was slightly shaking, gripping my skateboard hard.

"Max, are you-" "Drop it PJ. Not now," I said, feeling my voice shaking as well. I couldn't even look at the score. I just heard your radio-man say we have just made it in, and that was the indicator for me to leave. And so I left, not looking back.

I went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I was scared, shaken up, and really mad. Mad at Bradley. I knew the light came from them. If they didn't make me fall, I would have done my routine according to the plan and wouldn't have to do the last trick, risking my life.

Suddenly, I felt something wet tracing my cheek. I looked into the mirror, seeing myself crying. I couldn't hold it in anymore. All of the stress from the last week and all of the fear from today just came crashing together, making me cry even harder.

And so, I stood in the bathroom, silently crying, slightly shaking, not being able to stop. And that's when Bradley decided to join me in the bathroom, again.

"Oh, Max. Don't be sad. You made it in. Just barely, but nonetheless, you made it in. So those should be happy tears not-" "Oh my God, can you just shut it?! Because of you and your cheating, I risked my life up there, just to barely make it in. I almost DIED. And on top of that, I had a pretty shitty week, not sleeping at all. So, pardon me for relieving my stress through tears. God Bradley, not everything is about you or skateboards," I screamed, having enough of him. After my outburst, the crying seemed to slowly come to a stop but the shaking intensified.

I was breathing heavily, looking at Bradley, and waiting for his next move. He seemed to be speechless and in a little shock from what I had said, but he didn't say anything, just nodded his head and quietly left the bathroom, leaving me standing there alone.

My legs gave up on me and I slipped down, leaning against the wall for support. I was just sitting there, sniffling with a blank expression on my face, waiting for myself to calm down.

Finally, I calmed down and was able to get up. So I did just that and walked out of the bathroom, searching for my friends. It wasn't hard to spot them: they were sitting on a nearby bench, talking amongst themselves with their girlfriends getting to know each other next to them. I walked towards them to join their conversation.

Stacy looked at me and stopped mid-sentence. That was the first time she had seen me since high school, since that day. Back then she was the best friend over Roxanne, and nothing changed in that part. She was siding with Roxanne back then, and I only hoped she still wasn't.

The silence grew uncomfortable, so I broke it. "Hello, Stacy." It took her a few seconds to respond. "Hello, Max." She looked like she wanted to tell me something more, but she closed her mouth and returned her attention to Mocha, PJ's girlfriend.

PJ and Bobby gave me a sympathetic smile in return to their conversation as well, making space for me to meddle in. And so, the next half an hour we just sat there, chatting.

When we finally decided to move, the boys and I went to our dorms to change and we parted ways with the girls.

Apparently, we made more plans with them, because when we got to our room, the guys started to explain to me their ultimate plan on getting me with a girl tonight, because apparently Stacy knew someone. And so we showered and got ready for our dates.

We went to the disco-looking diner again. We got a big table and ordered some nachos while waiting for the girls. As we waited, I noticed that Bradley and his cult also came in and got a table on the other side of the diner, but still in my sight. They sat down and got themselves some drinks.

Just then, the girls arrived, having a third one with them. It was a pretty brunette wearing a yellow sun-dress. She sat next to me and introduced herself. We made small-talk until the whole table was in one big discussion.

As my date, whose name I have already forgotten, was arguing with Bobby about something, I looked over to Bradley's table, searching for him. I found him sitting there alone, drinking something that looked like beer. Once he chucked the whole thing down, he got up and walked on the dance floor, out of my sight.

"Hey, why don't we leave these losers here are green, and go on the dance floor? That's what we came in here for, after all, or am I wrong?" I suggested to my date, getting a thumbs up from PJ. She agreed and we started to dance.

While we were dancing, my eyes kept on combing the crowd for a different brunette then I held in my arms. When I finally spotted him, my breath hitched.

There he was, dancing with some other girl.

"Ow, Max. Could you not hold me that strongly? You might leave a bruise," said my date, wincing and how hard I was gripping her hand. I released my grip, not even realizing I held her like that.

The rest of the night went relatively smoothly, my eyes never leaving a certain brunette. Throughout the night, he danced with seven different girls, of which two were holding him too close for a first dance. At ten o'clock, my date had to go home, so we said our goodbyes and she left.

We were sitting at our table, eating nachos, when Mocha took me away. She found a table for two in a corner, where she ordered me to sit at. I did just that, confused, but also a little scared of her. She sat down as well, staring right into my soul.

"Is there something between you and Bradley?" she asked, leaving me to stare at her blankly.

Huh?!