"See you at the games Freshman." (Maxley)

Holy moly

Slight smut warning😋

Max's POV:

"I don't know why I agreed to that," I groaned after Bradley walked away, "he was being a huge dick earlier."
"What'd he even say to you?" Bobby asked as he shoved a cake pop I didn't even know he had in his mouth.
"He was asking me to be on his team for the skating competition, but when he said only I could come, I said no, and he tried to convince me to ditch y'all. Fucking prick."

"Oh damn, bro even looks rich and snobby. Double homocide."
We all kinda laughed at that.
"I'll drop in for a bit," PJ said shyly, "you guys know I don't drink and stuff."
"Yeah no of course J," I patted his arm, "we'll see ya."
"Oh I am so getting laid tonight." Bobby laughed.
"Alright man." I rolled my eyes, looking at the counter, waiting for the free reorder the waiter promised after bumping into Bradley.

"Well you might too, Max."
"Wait what." I looked back at him.
"Dude, Snobby Rich boy was totally hitting on you."
"No way, he's like a frat guy. Huge player I bet."
"Well my gaydar gives him a solid gay-out-of-ten. Besides, the way he calls just about every guy 'baby' or 'hunny' ? Yeah, he wants a man." He laughed, chewing on his cake pop stick.

"I dunno what you're smoking, but slide me a gram." We laughed as the waiter set the tray of our fresh drinks on the counter, which I got up to grab.

As six rolled around, me and the guys were just laying around.

"Yo bro, when we headin' over?" Bobby asked, rolling on his bunk.
"Probably not till nine."
"Word."

I picked up my phone, trying to find a way to pass the time until there was a knock at my door.
"Come in dad," I already knew it was him.
The door creaked open and my dad stepped in.
"Hiya Max, hiya boys."
"Hi Mr. Goof." Bobby and PJ groaned in unison.
"Me and Sylvia are going out on a date tonight, you boy got any plans?"
"Good for you pops, we've got plans anyways. We're are gonna go out and see the town a bit."

"Oh! Are you boys going to a party?"
"..yeah."
"Well, be responsible! See ya tomorrow kiddos!"
He waved and shut the door behind him.

It's seven now, and I'm so boreeeeddd.
No good movies to watch, no girls to sneak in, especially since I share a room with two idiots, and no one to call.
Actually, there is Roxanne.
I picked up my phone and pressed call on her contact, letting it ring on my ear for a few seconds before she picked up.
"Hey Max," I could hear her smile through the phone, "how have ya been?"
"Oh uh, fine I guess. I haven't talked to ya since my acceptance letter."
"Oh yeah, you need to call more. Answer your phone for once loser."
"Yo is that Roxy?" Bobby asked, looking up from his weird playboy magazine.
"Yeah,"
"Tell her I say hi!"
"Oh, hi from me too!" PJ raised his hand as if asking a question.
"The dumbasses say hi."

We both laughed, my dad's laugh leaking through.
"Hi boys! So, how's college treating ya? Or, have you even started?"
"Uhh, technically yes but since it's Friday it really doesn't matter. But uhh, me and the guys got invited to a frat party."

"Oh! Fun! Who invited you?"
"Some rich asshole named Bradley Uppercrust the third," I said his name in a snobby, rich, British accent, "he tried to get me to ditch the guys to join his team."
I rolled my eyes as she gasped.
"What a dick! Is he hot though?"
"Oh my god Roxy," I rubbed my forehead, laughing softly.
"Is he?"
"I mean... yeah he's cute I guess, but he's a stuck up brat."
"A sugar daddy is a sugar daddy."
"Aren't you supposed to like girls?"
"This isn't about me Max, you think he's gay?"
"Bobby's 'gaydar' says so, but he's a frat guy, I don't think so."
"Well I think you're in denial."