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

The Bean Scene

Max's POV:

When me and the guys pulled up to the coffee shop, Bradley was already there, ordering his drink at the counters
"Yo Bradley!" I waved at him as he turned, smiling when he saw us.
"Hi boys."

"Thank you for inviting me out, especially considering the uhm.. events that took place last night." He smiled at me, and he looked genuine, and I believed him.
"You're cool man." I smiled.
"Yeah," Bobby agreed, "and uhh, you didn't happen to see my lucky sock while cleaning did you?"
"Ignore him, he's an idiot." I brushed Bobby off, looking back at Bradley. "So uh, you get lucky last night?" I raised a brow at him.
"Uhh.."
"Any lucky girls?" I teased.

"Or guys?" Bobby laughed.
"No! No, none of that."
His face was starting to turn red as me and the guys laughed.
"Just joshin' ya," I nudged him with my elbow, "we know you get no bitches."

He nudged me back, letting out a little laugh.

We sat around and laughed and talked for maybe an hour, before out of the corner of my eye, I saw a big fat fucky ass bitch with the largest chin imaginable walk in.
"Oh my god, Bradley your goons are here."
He looked over his shoulders and gasped, ducking down.
"I did not invite them." He peeked around the seat again.
"Max, hide me!" He crawled over my lap, tucking behind my back as I turned.
"W-woah hey! The hell are you doing?"
"They cannot see me here, they'll kill me."
"What? They gonna get jealous you have other friends?" I teased.
"Shut up Freshman."

"Hey, that's Bradley over there!" One of the Gamma guys pointed at us.
"Fuccckkk..." he whined as he sat up, sliding out from the seat.
"Hey Gamma." He greeted them with a annoyed and tired tone.
"Looks like Bradley doesn't Really like his frat." I whispered to Bobby and PJ

They nodded in agreement as Bradley tapped his foot against the floor, Bouncing it up and down as they talked.
His tapping sped up and got louder the longer he stood.
This guy seems like he hates his team, why is he on it?

I mean, I guess you'd take pride in being on and being head of one of the best skating teams ever, but you can tell this guy just HATES the people he's surrounded by.
Then the lights cut. And a spotlight on the stand up stage centered. A tall, slim, and albeit beautiful girl with long straight hair and a French looking hat sat on a stool.
"Life, is like a lime." She started. I'm pretty sure she had told this same poem another time, maybe she repeats them for people who didn't hear it the first time.

"Guys, hush" Bradley tried to shush his team as they continued talking.
"Lay off Brad, no one's actually listening."
Tank hit his shoulder softly.
"ITS BRADLEY!" Bradley shouted unexpectedly.

He looked around as if embarrassed as everyone turned to them, the girl stopping.
"Is there a problem? Bradley." She asked, saying his name in a mocking and annoyed way. He cleared his throat.
"Uh, no! Of course not! So sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, although, haven't you told this before?"

"It was by request I preformed it again."
She flipped her hair and adjusted her microphone.
"Preform? Is that what you call it?"
Her head snapped in his direction as she stepped off the stool.
"Yes, Infact do. Now are you going to hush like a baby, or continue to whine like one?"

She took a few step closer to them.
"Eh, I could go for a little longer, unless of course I hurt your feelwings." He said it in s baby voice, and that just pushed this woman over her limit.

"Oh you Mr. Uppercrust. You are trash that drags everyone into the dumpster with you!" She snapped her fingers and bongos sounded.
"You are the liquid that-
Drips...

Drips...

DRIPS

From the bottom that leaves whoever has to clean you up disgusted and disturbed." She snapped again, and the bongos went off.

"You are a spider in cranberries, a wolf in sheep's clothing. You are the warm side of a pillow, and a damaged package in the mail. You are the embodiment of someone's bad day." She snapped, as did others in the coffee shop.

She flipped her hair and strutted past him, bumping his shoulder as she did, waving to some before leaving.
"What is this girl on about?" He laughed, "People love me! Right Tank baby?" He looked back at Tank.
"Love ya Brad!"
"Bradley... anyways! I have better things to deal with then some girl who's good at making words sound cool, I don't know about y'all, but I'm beat from last night."

"Let's head back to the dorm." I stupidly requested to him.
"Our dorm." I pointed between me, Bob, and PJ.
"Oh how fun!" Bradley smiled.
"Woah, you're not really going with them, right?" Tank asked, quite rudely.
Bradley turned around and pulled him to his level by his shirt collar, whispering something before turning back to us.
"Shall we head out then?" He smiled

"Welcome to our humble abode." Bobby joked as we walked in, the room was a total mess.
"Well... I don't know if I'd say humble." Bradley mumbled to himself.
"Yo, beat'cha I could beat y'all in basket ball." I challenged the guys as I picked up our small plastic basketball for our small plastic basketball hoop.
Bradley wandered around our dorm, peeking into my drawers.
I didn't mind really, it's not like I had anything to hide. Maybe a few condoms and that one time a chick gave me a slip of paper with her number and a pic of her tits, but I don't even know where that is to be honest.

Me and the guys were shooting tiny basket balls into our small hoop, shoving each other around and playing.
"Ha! No fucking shot!"
Bradley laughed loudly from my bed.
We all looked over at him, a little confused as he laughed so hard he began to cry, running out of breath.
"Max- is- hahaha! Is this yours?" He held up the small plushie over had since I was a baby.
The guys knew about it, and they didn't care, it just helped me sleep, and reminded me of me and my dad when I was younger.

"Uhm... yes?"
"Holy shit! Do you guys see this? Max has a stuffed bear like he's a toddler. Are you in a dorm or nap time? Are you a freshman in college or highschool? I mean, come on! At your grown age?"
He continued to laugh and baraide me.
I looked back at the guys who just crossed their arms and shook their heads in disappointment.

"You done yet Bradley?" I asked, annoyed.
I knew he was trying to embarrass me, but I was really just annoyed that he was trying to belittle me for something any human being could do. How childish of him.
"Oh I'm sorry Max, I didn't mean to hurt you, or your little buddies fewlings." He said feelings in a baby voice.

"Dude, put him down and get the fuck out."
I pointed to the door.
"What? I'm just having a little fun." He gave his smug ass smirk.
"No dude, you're trying to embarrass me in front of my friends. I don't know why I keep falling for your tricks. Get the hell out man."

"Who said I'm trying to embarrass you? What do you guys think? Is this embarrassing?" He looked behind me to Peej and Bobby.
"No, not really man." Bobby shook his head.
"Yeah, no, I have a teddy bear too." PJ smiled.

Bradley looked back at me and rolled his eyes.
"Excuse me for having a little fun."
"Out."
"..fine. See you at the games Towel Boy."

He walked off with his stuck up, prissy walk. He slammed the door behind him, and I looked back at the guys.

"Why do we keep hanging out with him?"

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