My Only

I was walking down the halls of this broken down school and I got hit with a chocolate rain type smell. 'Weird' I thought. Brushing it off I closed my locker and nearly died at the person standing behind it.
BRADY FUCKING TAYLOR!
'What the hell is he doing behind my locker?'
"Um hay there" he said. His deep voice was like music to my ears.
I looked around and behind me to see who he was talking to. Looking back at him he seemed amused by my actions.
"Uh hi?" I said not even bothering to hide the confusion in my voice.
" Your probably wondering what I am doing here and what that smell is-".
'What the- how did he-?'
" I can read your mind ".
At that my eyes went wide. Is this guy for real?
He smirked " It is very much real and that is because, you are my mate ".
'What. The. Fuck.'