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Bradley felt like his life was falling apart after the…incident at the X Games. His popularity took a hit, his reputation amongst the Gamma’s was in the trenches, and his father hadn’t spoken to him since the scolding he’d given him the day after.
Just recently he was able to get his best bud Tank back in his side.
It’s been months since that day. Bradley hadn’t forgotten the smile on Max’s face after that win but, what truly angered him was hearing that him and his stupid team had quit right after. They had decided to quit after one year.
He felt beyond humiliated to have been beating so harshly by a team that didn’t even take the sport seriously enough to compete another year.
He currently sat in class, tapping his pencil against the desk as he listened to the teacher drone on about who knows what.
Most other students were either fast asleep or packing their things to leave as soon as class was over, which, conveniently, was right now.
Bradley stuffed his pencil in the pocket of his dark khaki pants and held his notebook in his hand before standing and exiting the classroom.
The hallway was bustling with students either heading to their dorms with friends or off to their next classes. Bradley didn’t know what else to do, so he followed the bright colored papers to the bulletin board on the other side of the hall.
His life had become boring, reminded quickly as he yawned. He’d been invited to less parties and most women tended to ignore his at the cafe or club.
Not that he minded that last part much. Women hadn’t really attracted him much before so he was at least happy that he no longer had to pretend to flirt with them whenever Max was around to show him who had it better.
”Max.” The name rolled off his tongue with ease, making anger begin to sizzle in his chest. That idiot Goof had done this to him.
Just when he was about to turn and get back to the Gamma house, a certain flier caught his eye.
It was completely black aside from a cocky smile and a snake bite piercings that made his face flush.
‘Double Helix’ performing at the Bonstle Theater, Saturday, October XX
With an annoyance, he recognized that stupid pierced smile. His fists clenched at his sides, the notebook he’d been holding crumbled in his strong grip.
He saw red as he stead the names of the band members in smaller letters at the bottom.
Max Goof the center name read. His eyes saw red and his ears rung in the pent up anger that was beginning to bubble over. But his heart beat a little quicker and his stomach awkwardly turned at the sight of Max’s mouth those taunting piercings.
it’s been so long since the two had crossed paths, that Bradley was almost beginning to forget what he looked like.
Almost.
He dropped the notebook before quickly yanking the flier off the board, ripping the edges in the process.
a dangerous smirk crossed his face as he stared down at it, his hands fisting around it that he was close to ripping it to shreds that very second.
”Saturday. See you there, freshman.” His voice was low and menacing before he stuffed the flier in his pocket and stomped away to the Gamma house to recruit Tank.
Seeing Max and his band of idiots perform had to be the in at a way to make his life a living hell and Bradley would be an idiot to not take it.
And Bradley Uppercrust III was no idiot.
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Bradley stormed downstairs where Tank and a few other Gamma’s were playing pool.
“Bradley, what brings you down here? Haven’t seen you about recently.” Tank slapped the man on the shoulder jostling him slight. He swatted the big man’s hand before looking at the other Gamma’s in the room.
he opened his mouth, about to say something snarky as he always did, but he was quickly ignored. They dropped their sticks, leaving their game unfinished, before filing out and back upstairs.
All that was left was Bradley and Tank. Bradley with his hand in the air and his mouth open, ready to speak. Tank stood to the side, waiting for him to speak.
Bradley quickly recovered, clearing his throat before turning to the big man in front of him.
”Tank, tell me, did you know that freshman and his buddies had a band? That they have been performing around town this whole time?” Tank thought for a second before nodding.
”Of course! They performed at the club a few nights ago. Completely rocked out! They’re good, you should go to one of their shows, baby!” Bradley tried to keep his cool at the fact that Tank didn’t think it necessary to tell him something so crucial.
”You mean, like this?” He shoved the flier from earlier in Tank’s face. It was all crumpled but the gist was there.
Tank hit it with the side of his finger, a smile on his face. “Exactly! You know, I was planning on inviting you to this on Saturday but you’ve been cooped up in your room for months and all.” He had to give it to Tank, at least the guy was smart enough to know what to leave him alone.
”well, it’s your lucky day cause I’m more than ready to leave my room for this.” That dangerous smirk was back in his face as he imagined all the new ammunition he could collect on Max.
Tank knew exactly what his best friend was planning by the crazed look on his face, but he didn’t dare interfere. He’d been trying to get him out into the world for months now.
If that meant taking him to see the band if the guy he hates the most in the world play this weekend, then so be it.
Anything was better than hearing his creepy mumbling about getting his status back through the thin walls.
”Great! They’re really good! That Max kids got some vocals on him!” He whistled, remembering the time Double Helix performed renditions of Paramore and Pierce the Veil songs.
Bradley scoffed, “I highly doubt that. He probably can’t hold a single note.” But the idea of watch him in stage, belting some crazy noted while playing his guitar, his things to his stomach that he hadn’t felt since the day he realized Max had a tongue piercing.
Tank laughed, realizing that Saturday might end up more eventful than he originally thought if Bradley’s flushed face and ears were anything to go by.
He slung an arm around the man’s shoulders, proceeding to drag him upstairs for lunch.
”Trust me, baby. His pipes will surprise you in more ways than one.” He winked, clamping his lips shut to stop at the laugh that wanted to erupt at how much redder Bradley’s face became.
Definitely more interesting.