Lately, Bradley's noticed he can't get you out of his head. Your hair, your eyes, your...stupid smile. After X-Games, he slowly stopped hating you, and the dislike was replaced by jealousy of you and the other people around you, so little by little you developed some sort of friendship.

One night at a party at the fraternity house, you both got pretty drunk. While the music was playing loudly, Bradley took your hand, and murmured in your ear with a drunk smile "Freshman...let's go somewhere quieter"