Maxley [Max x Bradley]

Chapter 3

-Bradey's pov-

As i walk in the lecture hall, no one would save me a seat... except for one, none other than Max himself. He gives me a reassuring smile and glances at the free spot next to him. I thank him and take the seat. As i drag my notebook out of the bag, i could hear the other students judging me and whisper between them about why Max would let me sit next to him.

Max doesn't seem to care about what happens around us and looks at me, still with that... goofy smile.

« What? i ask

- You shouldn't pay attention to what the others are saying. Only i am to judge if having you around is a good thing or not.

- I don't care about what they could possibly think, i lie. I'm not here to make friends.

- Then, murmur Max, as he gets closer to my ear, why did you sat next to me? You could have refused.

- Uh, i don't know. Maybe because i couldn't seat anywhere else??

- Yeah right... he replies, smirking. And what about this morning? he lower his voice, as it makes me shivers and blush. When you came to pay me a visit~

- Would you please back off?? i demand, nervously, focusing on my notebook.»

All he did was laughing, being proud of his teasing, again and focuses now himself on the lessons. Why is he doing this?? That didn't helped at all, from being noticed by others.

While the lessons goes on, i couldn't stop glancing at Max's face. I couldn't concentrate on the subject at all! I don't understand what's the point about having those piercings everywhere... Apparently, the girls would fall for a guy with those kinds of thing... would the piercings on the lip ameliorates the kissing? Not even sure that goof knows how to kiss, still... wait. Why am i thinking about this??

-Max's pov-

I was focused on the history of the United States until i felt... watched. Without turning my head toward Bradley, i side-eyed him. Was he staring at me all along?

« You good, i ask?»

He immediately looks away after that question. Dude's in love with me or what? Impossible. Must be something else.

After the class was over, PJ, Bobby and i went out, heading to our next session. Bradley didn't followed us as he's not part of it. While we were waiting for our professor to open the door, a girl came to ask me something (Maybe she wants to go on a date).

«Maxie, me and my friends were asking ourselves... why are you letting Bradley being around you?

- Yeah, Max, adds PJ, mockingly! Why are you bringing the Uppercrust in our group?

- Hm! Well... i thought-

- You thought, Bobby interrupts, you could change him and make him a better guy!

- Oh, Max, says another girl, you shouldn't feel simpathy for him. What if he takes advantage of you?

- Guys, listen, i ordered, slightly annoyed. Even after what he did, he had prooven me, for now, that he has no more bad intentions... and if i find out the opposite, that'll be my problem so don't worry about this!

- Your problem, yelps PJ?? You mean OUR problem.

- No. Mine, i reply. I'm the one who decided to give him a chance. You guys have nothing to do about this.»

The girls were looking at each others before entering class, whispering between them. PJ and Bobby looked at me, out of disappointment or something.

«This conversation ain't over, affirmed PJ, before following the class in.»

Oh man. I feel like i'm gonna have troubles later with my best budds... well, maybe not Bobby, since he doesn't really care about all of this.

-Bradley's pov-

It was 2:00 pm and thankfully, at this hour, the library was almost empty. I took a seat, opening my science book and got my notebook out of my bag as i need to study. I opened a random page of it and i fall on what Max's wrote last time: his phone number. I should maybe take this chance to talk with him more... No! Not now! He's in class and i have to study... but maybe i could just send him a message so he could register my number... That's it! Nothing more.

I quickly text him, just to tell it's me. I put my phone aside and start focusing myself on what i was here to do.

As i wrote my first sentence, suddenly, my phone notifying me of a new message coming from him. Wait. Already?