If you had a penny for every time you made fun of Bradley—you'd probably be richer than you already were. As queen bee though, nobody had a say in whatever you do. Everyone adored you, feared you, wanted to be close to you, and wanted to be you at the same damn time.

Bradley was just... Well sad. The kind of kid everyone silently made fun of. He was one of those geeky emo boys that skipped class to play in a band. Nobody outright insulted him because he had a comeback ready, except for you.

You never hesitated to make fun of him, insult him in the face, and mock him. While he never minded, because damn you were hot, and you bullying him was the same as giving him attention.

Tonight was prom night. Him and his band performed a rock number that most students hated but quietly jammed to. He wrote that song for you though, but how the heck were you supposed to know behind all the metal screams? After the performance, you went straight to business as soon as he walked by.

"Hey loser, what's your band name again? 'The Snail Eaters'?" You laughed, along with you friends.

"Actually it's 'The Slug Smashers'." He corrected

"Ew, either way it's disgusting, and so are you." You walked away with that devilish grin he loved so much. A grin that soon faded when your boyfriend dumped you for the smart girl that same night.

Bradley heard everything. The argument, and the sobs from you that followed after. When the coast was clear, he finally approached you, offering a tissue.

Out of all people, it just had to be him who found you like this.