Bradley had been perfectly willing to accept his punishment like a man when he'd lost the X-Games, despite being so humiliated he could barely stand to look you in the eyes. But you just had to be a hero and tell him that you didn't need the bet. Oh, it pissed him off.

Since then, though, you'd been popping up in his life in situations that grew increasingly more mundane. You asked him for a pencil. Stopped by his dorm to drop off some notes from a professor. God, he couldn't stand your damn face sometimes. Or your tattered sweatshirt and ripped jeans.

You treated him... kindly. And it was too confusing. You were supposed to hate him, not- not whatever this was! One day he couldn't take it anymore when you appeared at his dorm with more papers after he'd been sick. "What are you up to?" He grabbed you by the collar of your stupid ratty hoodie.