A whole month had gon by, Bradley hadn't talked to max. He was ignoring him. No matter how much max tried to convince him to talk, going as far as telling the gammas to give him his number. Bradley refused. He wasn't taking another beating for him.
"Brad!! Bradley!" Max shouted, chasing after Bradley. Classes had just ended, but Bradley quickly went out before max could get to him. "Come on Bradley!" Max shouted, finally catching up to him.
Bradley turned his head away, refusing to talk
"Don't ignore me! It's been a month! Why won't you talk to me?!" Max said He sounded hurt. Why should he even be hurt? They didn't like eachother anyways. So it didn't matter
Bradley quickly turned to max,
"You already know why goof! I'm in trouble because of you! And there's no way in hell will I talk to you again, so piss off!" He shouted, a few heads turned to look at them, Bradley went slightly red. He turned his heal, and walked off, practically stomping. He wanted to talk to max, but he just couldn't.
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Bradley walked away , leaving max confused and frustrated. 'How was he in trouble? He's an adult. It didn't make sense. ' Max thought He grumbled quietly, but turned back to catch up with Bobby and pj. "What was that all about?" Bobby said, letting the smoke from his joint out of his mouth.
"Nothing." I grumbled, putting my hands on my pockets "Let's head to the park, we've got to practice anyways." Pj commented, putting his arm around max.
The trio began walking down to the park in silence.
Once arriving, max went straight to the ramps. Skating carelessly, Bradley still on his mind. The gammas would surely show up soon, to taunt the three for whatever they felt like mocking in the moment. Max sighed, beginning to do his signature handstand Trick. The gammas rolled up, waiting for max to finish to mock him. Bradley stood in the front, arms crossed, a mean expression across his face. Still thinking of the interaction from earlier. He watched max do a handstand as he was on the bored, his shirt went up, almost covering his face, Bradley flushed. Instinctively looking away from him, and rolling his eyes.
Eventually max was done and gammas began training, though Bradley began walking off and sat on a bench
"Sweetheart aren't you gonna practice?" Tank asked, Brad looked back at him "Not right now babe, I will soon." He grumbled, turning back and resting his head in his hand.
"Why have you been so... weird lately?" A voice asked from behind.
Bradley, who haven't even turned around to acknowledge who it was, began rambling on.
"Well, my father Bradley uppercrust the 2nd as you know, *yap* *yap* *yap*"
Max smiled, it had been forever since they had a conversation, even an argument.
Bradley listed off everything that had happend. Practically in his own bubble
"So that's why you've been ignoring me lately?" The voice said, cutting Bradley off from his sentence ( "my father's a big buffoon! I mean why is that idiot even famous-")
Bradley raised an eyebrow and turned around "Max!?" He shouted, standing up and glaring
"The one and only." Max smiled, winking
"Damnit. I'm not talking to you." Bradley said sternly, beginning to walk past him.
Max grabbed his waist gently, pulling him back "Come on, what happen? I mean if you didn't like the kiss that's understandable we were drunk, but can't we be friends yet? I'm tired of this drama." Max said.
Bradley rolled his eyes "I don't know. I'm not even allowed to talk to you if I wanted to." He grumbled in maxs arms.
"Your father sounds like a real peace of work you know?" Max smiled
Bradley smiled too, the first time he's smiled in a while.
"He is." He muttered back Getting a laugh from max.
Hey.. sorry for being inactive I've been busy for these past few days but I'm finally feeding you guys your Maxley 😔
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