Reconnecting Threads - Maxley Fluff, Angst and Murder Mystery

12 - Invitation.

Max arrives at class 3 minutes early. Very abnormal for him. Walking in, he sees Bradley sat at a row all alone. This is one of the 2 classes he shares with this guy, and every time since the X games he's always been sat by himself. Bobby and PJ are sat in the corner where they usually sit, Max doesn't pay much attention to it first but when he double takes he realised they're sat with the.. gammas?

That's very odd, frightening even.

"Max!" Someone yells. He turns back around to face them, the group waving him over.

He switches his look from Bradley to the 'Gammas'. PJ and Bobby are acting different, he can tell. He points a finger over to Bradley and yells "Sorry..!" Before walking over to him and sitting down. Tank lets out a disappointed sigh. What did they expect they knew they were dating. Are they trying to draw him away from Bradley. Who knows. Maybe Bradley has been too happy for their liking.

He slides his bag off him shoulder. "Hey Brad." He voices, getting a pencil out the front pocket of his backpack and a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

"Oh. Hey freshman." Bradley tries to say nonchalantly. He doesn't really care about Max calling him Brad anymore. Only Max though. He will in fact snap at anyone calling him that. He's kicking his legs mentally like a school girl with a crush right now. He doesn't know why he gets this excited when he sees Max. Maybe this is true love. No. Fucks sake calm down Bradley it's been what, 2 weeks? Whatever. You've know him for almost a year it can be love, right?

His eyes flicker to the crumpled up piece of paper. "Get a folder dickhead. That paper looks like it was being used for a demonstration for what 'mean words' do to people in an elementary assembly." Bradley slides a fresh piece of paper out of his folder in his bag.

Max just looks impressed at the comparison. "It's something my dad used to do too. He used to be bullied."

"I can see why. Goofy is too soft." He replies with, half rudely, half truthfully. He speaks his mind still around Max.

Max shrugs it off as one of Bradley's half-hearted comments. Just Brad being Brad. Class starts. Max tries to focus but with the pretty boy next to him, he can't. Every couple of minutes he can't help but steal glances. How the fuck does he do that? He always looks gorgeous, without trying. His hair falls perfect almost across his face, his skin is clear and bright, his lips-

"Max Goof. What's the formulae to the volume of a cylinder?" The teacher calls out. Max snaps out of it and looks down at the small and stout looking teacher at the front.

"Uh.. base.. times.. heigh.. squared..?" A couple laughs are spread out in the classroom.

"That is basic maths Goof. Your finals are coming up soon I suggest you revise." The Teacher announces before moving on.

Shit. That. He rubs his brow. "God you are not making it through this class." Bradley comments.

"I'm sorry I can't focus." Max mutters under his breath.

"Think of a person you really care about." Bradley suggests.

"Do it."

"Geez.. okay.. Dad."

"Would your Dad want you to fail?"

"Of course not-"

"Imagine get out of collage and buying him a new car with all the money from your new job because you passed all your tests. Now use that as a motive to do better. That is how you focus."