<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Radbrad.jpg)</div>As the boy approached Brad at the dining hall, the buffed up jock quirked his brows, he had no idea how the guy dared even walking by his table. True, the guys were all gone now, leaving him behind to finish texting Stefy, but he alone could take that nerdy little loser and make sure he had an<strong>excruciatingly</strong>bad day. However, from the corner of his blue eyes he 'tot he taw a putty-cat' (and Brad was extremely proud of that 'clever' line)- a teacher monitoring the hall. Only a couple of days until graduation, and he already was under warning and under the threat of summer school. Hell no, Brad had no intention of spending his first summer as a free man in school, especially not without Stefy's ample ass at a comfortable reach… not that he wasn't sure he could find a nice replacement at the summer class… the thought of that made his pants suddenly feel all tight and restraining. "Huh?" He asked as the boy looked at him as if he was waiting for something. A note laid on the cluttered table in front of him. A stupid blink on the blonde's part, as he picked the note up and read it- his greased lips mouthing the words, "Yeah, what about it?" He raised his eyes to the other, but the boy was gone. "For fuck sake, when I get this loser…" he mumbled and picked up his smartphone once again, blinking at the message he was typing in:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">'<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>O, ye, I'm gona get u so gooood, bebe, <br/>B all wet and shit when I com to getchak;lkejfrvfed</strong></span>'</span><br/><br/>A big slobber of ketchup soiled the right side of his new phone, the back camera was now completely clogged with the disgusting sauce. Brad blinked, the phone cost a fortune! Not to him, but still! He must have dropped it into that puddle of ketchup when the kid bothered him with his stupid note.<br/>Oh, how he wanted to get his hands on that mofo, he only wish the boy had stayed longer so he could recognize him, or maybe get his name from someone. A thick fist banged against the dining hall table, squirting mustered and mayo on Brad's sleeveless wrestling jersey. He widened his eyes, the fucking kid again! That was his favorite sleeveless shirt! How he hated the fact that he had no way of tracking the boy down, he only wished he would be able to notice him around school between then and the end of the day. However, it was then that something miraculous happened, a spark of original thought popped into the teen's hormonally crippled brain… slowly he raised the note to read it once again…<br/>The most insidious smile spread across his ridiculously photogenic face.<br/><br/>Brad didn't care much about the fact that the area was now out of bounds for him, it wouldn't take long enough for anyone to catch him, he'll just find that little joker, break that little joker and use whatever lunch money or any form of cash to treat himself for a good old soft served, and then he'll go and visit Stefy, and there was nothing soft about what he was planning to serve her .The thought made him snicker perversively.<em><strong>Gosh darn it, Bradley! You're so damn clever!</strong></em>. It was when he finally entered the class and noticed the three students sitting there, the homo, the freak and the fucking joker, that he realized just what has  happened. He wasn't exactly sure whether he was mad or grateful, he was torn between shouting furiously and laughing like a maniac. He mouth was practically watering, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.<em><strong>Animal instinct, Bebe, it's all GOOD!</strong></em><br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">YOU!</span>" his voice roared across the classroom, echoing in a weird way, he pounced forward, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">You disgusting little fairy! thought you could send your freaky little friend to get me, HUH!?</span>Well then, I hope you enjoyed that lame little prank, Linda, cause yer gonna LOL all the way to your FUCKING grave!" As he thundered into the classroom, quickly eliminating the last few feet between himself and Dyllan, he growled like a beast, his big hand quickly closing on the boy's collar as he effortlessly swung him up into midair, holding him there with his feet in the air, while his right arm getting ready for a powerful hook, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">BOY, are you gonna get it now!</span>"