Bathroom (Max x Bradley) - Maxley

CHAPTER 9

I got home, PJ and Bobby weren't there, because they spent the night at their girlfriends' places, yet PJ stayed with me until I fell asleep, as they have been doing for some time now.

I went to the bathroom, searching for a medical kit. Nothing. I searched the whole room through, not finding anything. I signed and wondered, what should I do next. I could go to the hospital, but I don't think it's necessary. I could call Mocha or the boys, but it is still quite early and all of them would be still asleep. Then I remembered the school nurse. She might not even be here, but it was still worth a shot.

I got up from Bobby's bed, where I had been sitting, but my vision got blurry and I had to support myself. I slowly walked in the direction I believed was the school nurse's office located at. But when I got there, she was closed. Of course, she is closed. It's not even eight o'clock on a Sunday morning.

My head was now spinning, I sat down at the bench located in front of the office, most probably the waiting bench. I signed, closing my eyes and relaxing. I had nowhere to go, so I had to call one of the guys, making them even more worried about me than they were because of every night.

I was about to reach for my phone to contact them when I noticed I didn't have it on me. I left it in the dorm, are you kidding me? My head felt like exploding, my nose still dripping with blood, my tank top ruined. I signed and cursed God for doing this to me.

Right on time, the fallen angel had appeared, Bradley. He was walking down the hall, carrying some books, when he noticed me. He stopped in his tracks, checking the clock.

"You know, freshman, the nurse is not here today. So, I recommend you going to bleed somewhere else," he said, his voice cold, still sour about our last encounter in the bathroom the day of X-Games Qualifications.

I couldn't even bring myself to answer, my head now spinning as well. I felt sick and lightheaded, and I was so thirsty. A groan slipped past my lips, stopping Bradley in his tracks again, thus he wanted to continue his journey with the books.

He quickly glanced between me and the books, probably deciding which one was more important. He chose the books, leaving me sitting there alone. And so, I slowly got up and started walking towards the hallway on my unsteady legs, nearly falling twice.

As I was about to fall for the third time, a pair of hands grabbed me, keeping me from falling. To my surprise, it was Bradley. I probably had a questioning look on my face, because he turned a little red, faced away from me, and said: "Gosh, I can't help you with my hands full of books, now can I? Why are you even walking, you should be sitting down. Let me help you."

He slowly guided me out of the building, through the park, and away from the dorms. With each step, I got more confused about where we were going, so when I got enough strength in me, I spoke up. "Where are we going?" I said in a raspy voice, now embarrassed he had to see me in this state.

"Where to- my house, dumbass. Clearly, you can't return to your dorm, staying there unsupervised, and I assume you don't have any bandages in there, otherwise, you would have already used them. Or you are stupider than I thought and you didn't even check. So, I am going to patch you up, supervise you until your friends return or you are feeling better," he just answered, calmly, as if he had done this multiple times already.

"Oh, you care about me, Brad," I joked, feeling all hot on the inside.

"I can see you are feeling better, so I can just leave you here-" "No, Bradley, please..." I begged, not being ready for him to stop supporting me.

He just raised his eyebrow, looking at me with a smirk on his lips. "Max, are you begging? Begging for my help?" he said amused. I felt confident. "No Bradley, I am begging for you," I said with a serious look on my face.

At that moment, I almost fell again, because my support abruptly stopped. Bradley stopped walking, face red, all flustered, just staring ahead of him. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Bradley looked away, continuing in his walk. I smiled for myself, happy I made him all flustered. Maybe I should flirt with him more often.

We finally got to his house. It was the Gamma house, near the outdoor gym I often worked out at, near the place I got so brutally beaten up. No, not brutally, but heavily.

We got in, nobody in sight. The house was empty. "Where is everyone?" "Oh, they don't live here, only I do. This is more a hangout place than anything," he said, having strange sadness in his voice. He dragged me towards the kitchen, where he ordered me to sit on the countertop. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't do it myself. He just scoffed, picked me up, and sat me down himself.

I stared at him, all flustered, not knowing he had this kind of strength in him. "What? You are not the only one with muscles. Also, you are quite light. I intended to only assist you, but damn. Do you even eat? You are as light as a girl," he scoffed, looking amused.

He finally found the medical kit he was looking for and started to treat my wounds. For better access, he stood between my legs, concentrating on wiping the blood off of my face. He was so focused, not paying attention to anything else but me. Me.

We stayed in silence the whole time he was treating me. Occasionally, he scoffed or shook his head in disapproval. When he was finally done with the wiping, he got some band-aids and fixed my broken lip and nose. Luckily, my nose only had a cut on it and it was bruised, but not broken. I might even thank the big guy for not breaking my nose.

I got down from the countertop, not knowing what to do now. "Take off your tank top," said Bradley suddenly. I was shocked by what he had said, but my reply came in an instant. "What, you want to see me naked that badly?" "Taking off your shirt hardly counts as seeing you naked. Plus, it's covered in blood and it looks like you just killed someone. So, take it off and put on this clean one," he said, handing with what seemed like one of his shirts. "Wow, you own normal close. Never thought you had those," I said, noticing the band on the shirt.

"Haha, very funny. Now, hurry up."

I froze. I couldn't take off my shirt. Just couldn't. I was thinking about a solution. "Where is your bathroom, i can change there." "What is the big deal, I already know what a male chest looks like. It's not like there's something special about it. Now, chop-chop, you are stinking up the place," repeated Bradley himself, being impatient.

"Then, can you just turn around, please?" I said, the 'please' whispering under my breath. "Oh my God, if it helps you to change faster, then sure, here," he said, turning around, tapping his foot in annoyance.

I quickly changed the shirts, noticing Bradley's shirt was a little too big for me. I know I'm shorter than him, but I didn't think the difference would be so noticeable.

Bradley turned around, facing me now. He looked me up and down, freezing, his face turning red. Confused, I asked: "What?"

Me just wanting for them to kiss, but what would ruin the plot ☹