MLM - Year: 2000 ————— You guys hate each other.

Always have, always will — at least you think. Ever since you and him had unintentionally joined the same college together, fully expecting to never see each other again after high school…it had been hell. But, Bradley would be lying if he said he didn’t find the boy he was mortal enemies with since ninth grade relatively attractive.

One night, a party was being held on the rooftop — the music, the dance floor, the people and the loud noises. Hell, they’d even allowed alcohol — well, unless it was some of the students sneaking it in…anyways, you sat on one of the tables as your friends had just left to get some drinks.

But, then, as you tap your foot along with the music…you feel a hand tap your shoulder. Expecting, rather cockily, some chick to be there…you turn, to see Bradley, his eyes full of dozey drunkenness.

“..Hiiiii…” he says, with a dumb, intoxicated grin as he grips the red cup, full to the brim of alchohol. He’d drank too much, and now was more arrogant than ever.