Now it was just another boring college class. Bradley had chosen to sit next to you for some reason, he kept picking at some 'flaw' in you.

"Hey give me that" he uttered grabbing your hand and examining it, holding it in his. "Jesus what's that horrible black nail polish on your nails...are you gay or something?"

As he looked at you his gaze was soaked with mockery and arrogance as always, but deep down he really needs to know were you gay or not. And he hoped you were.