Chapter 1

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-Bradley's pov-

Christmas and New Years Eves are over. Which means it is time to head back to college... Since i'm not part of the Gamma's anymore, i don't know where i'll be living for the rest of the year. Hope i could at least sleep in my bedroom or even the couch until i find myself a new dorm.

As i step back in University, my comeback felt different from usual, due to what i did in the X-Game competition: most were ignoring me, some were throwing knifes with their eyes, and others were mocking me. What a nice way to greet who was once the leader of the Gamma's...

As i head to the Gamma's dorm, i was welcomed by Tank, who was once my left-hand man, blocking my way to the front door.

«Where do you think you're going, Brad?, he asked.

- Sigh... I have nowhere to sleep for now and my stuffs are still inside, i replied.

- Who told you your stuffs were in? We made sure to not left a crust of the Uppercrust in the Gamma's.»

As i looked around to search my stuffs, i've found them packed next the Gamma's trash bin. I sighed, and needed to ask one last question.

«Tank, tell me... who's the leader now?

- Leader? We don't need a leader.

- 't was supposed to be Max but he refused to take in, replied one of the Gamma's.

- Yeah, added Tank, thanks to him, we figured that all this sect thing weren't useful and ruined our image. And this also because we all decided to fire you.»

The Gamma's were all laughing, making sure i would understand that i wasn't welcomed in the Gamma's anymore. I take back my bagages, wondering how i'll be walking with all of these. I wish someone could help me but after my crime... that is all i deserved, i guess.

-Max's pov-

It's good to be back in here. With my best buddies, friends i made, those cute chicks... After me and my team won the competition, our comeback couldn't be ignored and we were welcomed by almost everyone down here. As Bobby parked the van in front of the dorm's garage, one open door was enough to bring all of them to greet us. We were flattered for sure but needed some privacy.

We decided with my friends we would unpack in the evening and we would enjoy our afternoon for now. PJ would join back his girlfriend at the Bean Scene, Bobby would pass the time with his music club he joined lately and i would just skate around the town, listening to Sum 41 in my headphone.

I would wave to anyone back since i'm somekind of a "superstar" around here. My eyes were locked on someone i haven't seen for a while: Brad... or should i say Bradley Uppercrust the 3rd. I put my headphone down to watch the scene of the king being dethrowned by his "minions".

Even after what he did, i couldn't help myself but to feel compassion and i decided to give a hand. I skate to him, waving at the Gamma's who seemed glad to see me back. As Bradley noticed my presence, his desperate expression turned irritated.

«Congratulation again, Maximilian.

- Brad, i'm not here for that. Lemme help you here, i said, leaning my hand toward him and he slapped it.

- Why would i need your help, Freshman? I don't need your pity... and don't call me Brad.

- Wow, easy. I just want to help you since no one would... Let's talk about our differences later, shall we?»

As we both got up, our hands busy, i followed Bradley to his new dorm.

-Bradley's pov-

Great. As if i needed that Goof to show up. Max was the last person i wanted to see, after his team defeated ours... after he made me lose everything i had. As i looked at him, i noticed a few change: he made himself blond streaks on his black messy mullet hair and... piercings? His eyebrow and his lips piercings... I would be a liar if i said i didn't find that... interesting. Did he had another piercings i couldn't see? Why was i asking this to myself anyway- He is my rival. My enemy. Was he acting out of pity or is he pulling a prank on me right now? Why would he help me, i kept wondering. I remained silent in our way until, as i was expecting it, it was interrupted by the Goofy Junior.

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