Losing dogs. (Maxley)

8 A.M. Class

Bradley was certain that the universe was purposely writing his future, just for his downfall. He knew that Max wasn’t actually worried about his well being when he stopped by. As for Tank...he wasn't sure, but he couldn't stand the thought of his best friend and enemy actually getting along. He tried not to think about Tank or Max, but that was hard when one of them showed up at his dorm pretending to actially give a fuck about him. His blood boiled everytime he thought about it. Bradley knew he had fallen so low to be in a public dorm, but the fact that Max was aware of his misfortune and his exact location, it made him feel sick. How was he supposed to relax in his own, small, shitty dorm if Max could just drop b y at any moment. He hoped his reaction to the other scared him off enough that he wouldn't come back. He wasn't even aware that Tank knew where he was. When he moved his stuff out Tank didn't even look at what direction Bradley went outside of their frat house. It gave him chills just thinking about how Tank even found him. There were dozens of campus dorms so it couldn't have been a lucky guess, he knows that. A part of him hopes it means Tank still cares a little, but he’ll never know if that's true.

Unfortunately, Bradley thought that Max’s little visit was the worst to come but clearly he was wrong. He was convinced the world hated him before, but once classes started back up he was positive karma was in fact real. All Bradley did was try to succeed. He did everything he could to be the best at all things he did. His father and mother thought very highly of his potential, so he just tried to live up to it, but it didn't matter because he does one bad thing and suddenly everything about his life has gone to shit.  Bradley picked an 8 A.M. class to try and get himself back on track. He hadn't been waking up early all break. It made him feel like shit. How did people sleep all day and just go on with their lives? He wasn't sure, but he knew it wasn't for him. He spent days getting ready for classes to start again. New haircut, new clothes, and an extensive few hours of self care later, and he felt like himself again. At least, the self he was trying to be. He left early, chugging down a whole large coffee just to make sure he was awake enough. 

Once he made it to his class, he let himself sit outside for a moment. He wasn't ready to talk to anyone though he knew he would have to talk to the professor. He didn't think the other students would be much of a problem though. People used to be scared to talk to him, now though they weren't scared, rather just avoided him to avoid him. So he was sure he wouldn't have to deal with the students but his goal was to befriend the teacher. Normally teachers stayed out of discourse between students, so he hoped that this professor didn't know of his failures, and rather his success, or at least his family. After all of his efforts, he was sure he could pretend to be fine. Once he talked himself up in his head, he pushed back his hair a little and walked into his class. Apparently it didn't matter how much Bradley tried, he was just destined to fail because the one thing that he wasn't expecting to happen, happened. His eyes scanned the room quickly and landed on none other than Max. The only person he didn't want to see for some reason was sitting in the top row of his class. Bright and early in the morning he had to deal with the overwhelming presence that is Max Goof.

Right when he saw him, he went to leave just so he could check the room number again but before he could the professor stood to greet him.  “Mr. Uppercrust, good to see you will be joining my class!” Bradley stood still, one hand gripping the strap connected to his bag, the other hand balled into a fist. His shoulders were drawn up as his eyes trailed over to Max , just to make sure he didn't hear the professor. Max seemed to be in his own world, fiercely writing on a piece of paper. Bradley wonders if he was just writing chicken scratch with how fast his hand was moving. He let his shoulders drop and his eyes drifted back to the professor. The man stared in the direction Bradley once was and he started to panic. “My apologies sir.” He cleared his throat, letting himself completely relax. He put out his hand which the professor took once his focus was back on Bradley. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Bradleys facade was back but his muscles were still tensed with the knowledge of who he would have to deal with for the rest of the semester.