Enemies to Lovers

As You Wish

Bradley's POV

I get in Roxanne's car and close the door behind me, my heart racing as I sniffle a bit. Roxanne finishes yelling at Max and comes to the driver's side, getting in. She buckles up and looks at me. "Let it out if you have to. It's okay." She gives me a reassuring smile as I nod at her. This was the same woman I was so upset at earlier in the week, now telling me it was okay to cry because of what her ex, the man I was in love with, said to me. I couldn't believe he didn't trust me. He didn't even listen to my side of the story. I go into my phone and hope to see an apology text from him, but find nothing. I sigh and block his number before putting my phone away. I buckle up, and she begins driving away from the club. I look out the window and see Max looking at the car in disbelief. I turn back around and slump in my seat. "You live in the dorms, right?" Roxanne asks as I nod at her. "Yes, I do. Building B, to be exact." I say as she nods. "Cool." She says as she looks at me and sighs. "Don't pay him any mind. He was like this in high school, too." I look at her, confused. "What do you mean by that?" I ask. "What has he told you about our relationship?" She asks as I shrug. "He mostly told me about how he got your attention. Nothing about your relationship, though." I say as she sighs.

"Right. How he got my attention. It was a grand gesture, and one that got him into trouble, too. He was such a goof but a lovable one. But the problems started even before we started dating. He had lied to me about going to a Powerline concert instead of telling me the truth. Then, on top of that, he tricked his father into going to it instead of the trip that he had planned." She says as I look at her. "Wow. I didn't know that part." I say as she nods. "He knows he was an asshole then, so he feels bad about it, I think. Hence, why he wouldn't tell you. Granted, I wasn't much better by telling him I would just ask someone else to watch the concert with me at my party, but it wasn't as big of a thing as he did. Anyway, our relationship was most of the same thing. Not necessarily lies, per say, but his insecurities always got the better of him. Not to mention his temper. He would get upset over misunderstandings, similar to the one with you, and it would take a bit of time for him to admit he was wrong. So, we would give each other space and circle back to the problem at hand when we were ready." She says. As she explains all of this, I couldn't help but relate to Max.

After all, Tank was my first real relationship. I had flings but nothing more than that. I think I was mostly trying to discover myself and figure out who I truly was then. I even had some girlfriends too, but it never lasted long as I didn't find myself attracted to them like I thought I would over time. I rub my arm and look out the window. "I can relate to that. I was the same way with Tank. It took so long for him to break down that wall, only for it to be built back up once we were done and after I lost the X Games. I just wish Max would've listened to me." I say with a sigh as I put my head in my hands. She had pulled up to the building and gave a comforting smile. "Here's my phone number. Call me or text me if you need anything. For now, it may be best to just give Max some space. He'll come around. I'm sure of it." She says as she hands me the piece of paper. "Thank you, Roxanne. I appreciate this and thank you for the ride home. I hope I can return the favor someday." I say as she smiles. "If you and Max ever get together, maybe we can all go on a double date. I'm sure Stacey would love to meet the infamous Bradley Uppercrust the III." She says jokingly. Normally, that would have pissed me off the way she mocked my name. But I just laughed along with her. "She's a lucky girl. Have a good one. I hope to see you again soon and I'm sorry about the villains. I'll be talking to them on my next shift." I say as she waves her hand. "Forget it. They're villains. They'll find any and every reason to be petty and vindictive jerks. See you around, Bradley." And with that, she's gone.

I head to my dorm and sigh, my heart racing in my chest as I feel it break. I walked past his dorm and heard him talking to his friends. I was about to knock on the door when I heard him say, "He only loves himself, no one else." Right away, I knew he was talking about me. I head to my dorm and unlock the door, going inside and slamming it behind me. I slide down the door after closing it and begin hyperventilating as I cry, the floor beginning to blur as I couldn't see through my tears. I sniffled a bit and looked at the chair his hoodie was sitting on. I blow my nose and wash my hands before finding a box to put the hoodie into, along with writing a note for him in the box. I decided that enough was enough. This note would contain my love confession to him.