<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Radbrad.jpg)</div>Words have power, that's the only thing Brad ever agreed to take with him from his English Lit class, denying any other chance to actually put in all the little ideas and insightful revelations he got from time to time, thinking back on texts they were handed to in class. He flunked it, just like he planned to, and no one was the wizard…wizard? Err… wisen? Wiser, that's right! Anyway, words have power and shit, if only people had known how much power, people like Max, for instance, they wouldn't be tossing them around, puking them in disgusting chains like they didn't mean nothing. Not just words, sounds too… the sound of a helpless guy crying, for one, it's frightening what a stupid little thing like that could do to some people. Was it Max's mouthing off? Perhaps Dyllan's teary whines? Brad grinded his teeth and cracked his knuckles, again and again, his vision getting cloudy by the second. It didn't happen all at once, of course, that thing never did, but Brad had the time.<br/><br/>The moment Dyllan admitted he doesn't have a note (not exactly what he admitted, but that was what Brad heard), Brad could have jumped and said 'Ah-ha! Gotcha!'. However, it was then that everyone, especially Max, started running their mouths at the same time- no doubt covering up for the whiny little bitch, so Brad had a bit more time to think things through, cracking his knuckles as Dyllan's sobs played over and over in his head like some freaky loopy playback. Brad did his best to ignore Max's words, knowing picking a fight with him wasn't worth the energy; he'd just have to get him when his guards are done. Oh, how he wanted to throw that mouthy little fucker against the wall and make him swallow those stupid balls of his, but the room was too crowded, too many unfriendly witnesses, not enough backup. He absolutely heard Max trying to taunt him by using his full name, his father's name, talking about that fancy future waiting for him at that school of Nobodycares, located at the state of Whogivesashit. Brad could have told him that he already had several full sports scholarships just waiting for him to pick one, in several different sports, and that the yearly pay of the common starting actor was nothing in comparison to the average salary of a young and promising raising star at most of the professional sport fields he's been offered scholarships for… But he was way too deep into his own thing, grinding his teeth so loudly he could barely focus at ANYTHING besides the storms that were currently running rampart inside that big blond head of his.<br/><br/>He could actually feel himself drifting away into his own little furious world, his eyes clouded with red. The same red he always had inside him, the same one that made him lose any form of self-control and just go… well, apeshit. Brad was usually a fairly violent and wild individual, but he was nothing,<strong>nothing</strong>in comparison to how he was when he was seeing red. Yep, he wasn't all that interested in hurting Max, or Dyllan, or Nate, he would have probably hurt anyone in his destructive path, had he let the red take him over, he had seen it happen many times before, on the person he inherited it from. But then, a soft hand grazed his forearm, and slowly he turned his clouded vision towards Raye. Raye the saint. With that crooked little smile of hers and the kind eyes, she told him to calm down, he wasn't exactly listening, but he did obey that calming tone of her voice, his vision quickly clearing up, The Red Brad became dormant once again.<br/><br/>Ice-cream was offered, and people turned all happy and shit, even Raye, Brad was somehow insightful enough to see that. He definitely had no intention letting her go with that Schneider creep, he decided to take her himself, as he did get his monthly paycheck that week and had a couple of bucks to spend. It was then that Stefy and Jessica suddenly arrive, and Brad wasn't sure how surprised he was about that… there were seven people there already, who had no business being there, what's two more? Raye quickly left his arm, which wasn't much of a surprise either. Brad gave half a smirk as he walked over to his girlfriend, not even bothering to think about answering her. "Hey, Babe." He said as he just pulled her firmly in, with one hand cupping her left butt cheek. While the other took cold of the back of her head, placing a forceful- yet passionate kiss on her lips. He liked to really squeeze her against his hard body, to get a nice feel of her perky little 'titis', giving that tight little ass cheek a good squeeze. She'd probably be annoyed with that, he didn't really care, he thought he deserved a nice treat for dealing with that annoying band of losers.<em><strong> Bitches be bitching, that's just how the world works. It's all good.</strong></em><br/>"What's with the getup?" He asked, now embracing her cheeks with both of his large hands, he smirked, "Ye look like one of those slutty porno librarian."