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CHAPTER 1

Max

The game was over. I was sweating heavily, I dabbed my forehead with the back of my hand. Bobby practically waddled over. "Max," he said excitedly. "You did really great today." I smiled.

"Thanks, Bobby." I looked around. "Have you seen Bradley anywhere?"

"I think he left a while ago, probably back to the Gamma house." Something caught Bobby's attention and he walked off, leaving me to find Bradley alone.

— — —

The weather was like a sauna, utterly terrible. The moment I found Bradley, I was going to take a nice, cold shower. I made my way over to the Gamma house on my skateboard. I carried myself up the few stairs and knocked once. Tank opened the door. "I'm assuming you're here for Bradley." He let me inside. "Baby, someone's here for you! Be decent, please."

"Thanks for letting me in, Tank. See you around, yeah?" He waved goodbye, and I went to Bradley's room. I knocked once, he didn't answer. I knocked another time, three times, even. That should have been my sign to not open the door. Unfortunately, it wasn't. 

"Freshman," someone shouted.

"Bradley, oh my—

—shut up, stupid freshman! Don't say anything." He wrapped a deep blue towel around his waist, covering his ... "You can't just come in whenever you want." After the initial hate on his face died down, his face softened barely. "Turn around. I'm going to change." I did as he said, blushing hard as it was without having to hear the flop of the towel as it hit the ground. "Okay, I'm dressed." I turned around. Water dripped down from the peak of his hair to his collarbone. Shit.

"I—uhm—need my towel. I gave it to you before you left."

He walked over to his bed, taking something green into his slim fingers. He walked back over, forcing the item into my hands. "Here. Get out."

— — —

I rarely saw Bradley after the incident. Some terrible part of me wanted to see him again. In the hallways, the cafe, in his room like that night. God—with his hair dripping droplets of water ... down his chest ... "fuck!"

"Woah, man," P.J says, surprised. "What's wrong with you this week? You're acting completely nuts."

"I'm sorry, guys. I've just been thinking." I stood up. "I need to use the restroom." P.J nodded slowly like he understood, and Bobby just flashed a quick smile. "I'll be back soon."

I headed towards the bathroom when a figure was pressed against the wall. He turned his head, and it's him. "Freshman." I hate that name. I have a name already, it's Max Goof. A slick part of me wanted to tear that name out of his mouth and the other part ... well, didn't.

"Brad."

"Oh for the love of—it's Bradley to you. Only a handful of good people deserve the honor of calling me Brad. You're not any of those good people, unfortunately." It wasn't unfortunate for me, I decided.

"Okay, Bradley, are you waiting for the bathroom?"

"Oh please, I wouldn't step foot in a gross public restroom. I'm far too good for that, you see."

"Yeah, how amazing you are," I whispered. Bradley looked deeply at his nails, stretching his arm out.

"I'm above you, freshman. You don't even know how well I could tear you apart." He stepped towards me. His eyes flashed fury. He had a shit eating grin on his face. Oh, how badly I wanted to strip him of his grin. He looked down at my lips. "Those piercings won't get you out of a punch to the face, freshman."

"Buzz off." He tugged playfully at one, tugging my lip outward. "Stop that, Bradley!"

"Bare your teeth, freshman. I like that." Then, as quickly as he spoke, he walked off down the hall.

"What the—

—Max! You were taking so long in the bathroom, I thought I'd see if everything's okay" P.J mumbled, looking around.

"I'm okay, P.J. I think I'm going to head back to the dorms. I'm not up for studying."

"That's alright. Bobby and I will bring your stuff up. I'll see you later, okay?" I nodded.

But seriously, what the fuck was that?

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