<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Radbrad4.jpg)</div>Completely ignoring Max, sticking to his general rule of thumb regarding that sneaky little clown, Brad looked around him. One by one, the geekiest and most pathetic individuals of this highs school kingdom gathered around Brad, making bold threats and demands, showing their newly found backbones. To be honest, it almost made the Jock laugh, he had not a single doubt that he could mess them up real good, even as a group- some of them could probably hold their own, but they wouldn't be able to hold it for long, and it wasn't because was stronger than most of them, at least not solely because of that, it was more due to his fighting nature, his animalistic, uninhibited and unstoppable fighting nature, which made him into the ruthless and undefeated wrestler his opponents from the other school learned to know and fear. Even on the field, Brad was like a twenty tons truck going on a hundred miles an hour, no matter how many beatings and crushing tackles he would get, he couldn't be stopped once he got deep into it. Once he even got piled up by a bunch of smartass players from the opposing team, just to throw three of them off of him and renew his stampede towards the goal. The looks on their faces, just as he won his team yet another game, was priceless… so was the look on his coach's face, only after he realized that one was due to the broken bone that was sharply sticking out of his bleeding knee. Ah, the good old days, he will sure miss them.<br/><br/>"What, you're all growing spines now, thinking you're untouchable just cause school time is over?" He scoffed at those around him, looking primarily at that greasy haired pothead, Nate, "BACK OFF!" he barked at him, letting out a short and mean spirited laughter. He then turned to look at Red, ignoring the other guy. Her defiance didn't really angered him, to be honest, the whole scary look on her face, with her fists clenched and her chest all prompt forward like a fierce little chicken, all of that attitude in such a deliciously tiny body… Brad wanted to take her right there and then, just bang the little geek's brains out and make her squeal; much like Stefy had done during their countless lustful encounters. He then suddenly remembered how five years ago, when he was just a wide eyed little freshman. He was hopelessly crushed over Red, thinking she was the coolest thing he had ever seen, and was spent weeks pinning over her, trying to gather the courage to ask her out- only Raye knew about that. However, things changed, because then came the football team, the track team, the wrestling and lacrosse team, and then came the fame and school wide admiration, followed by Stefy… But he always had a soft spot for that pretty little firecracker; Stefy must have picked up on that, since she became especially vicious while dealing with Red. He was about to make a clever comment, say something funny, just to see her smile- or better yet, even more furious- when he heard Dyllan sobbing behind him.<br/><br/>Brad turned around, narrowing his eyes as the little weakling curled up into a human ball, and boy, did he want to kick him for that. Dyllan might have been a nerdy little smartass, but he was wrong about one thing, tears weren't like blood in the waters for Brad, they just made him extraordinarily furious. He couldn't stand it, not the tears, not the sobs, not the disgustingly submissive posture. Brad wasn't sure why, but every time he saw a victim of him crying, that only made him more eager to hurt him. To be honest, he was sort of disappointed with Dyllan, even felt betrayed in some way, he was always under the impression they had this unspoken agreement between them: No blood, No tears. Looking down to his right fist, it did occur to him that he might have broken his side of the bargain. It was slightly possible he had gone too far too fast this time, no wonder these backless worms all raised their ugly little heads. He truly wondered if those idiots thought they were actually helping Dyllan with this ridiculous spectacle of protective solidarity. "Ye're really a worthless little bitch, ain'cha?" He looked down at Dyllan with disgust. "Fuck this shit." He turned around, shoving Nate and Red out of his way, "Yeah, you can have him, see if you can find something to do with his useless self, maybe mop the floor while he's down there, it's filthy."<br/><br/>He walked over to stand beside Raye, cracking his knuckles restlessly, she could hear him grind his teeth repeatedly, she probably knew why. He couldn't care less, and as Red went to help Dyllan up, another thought broke through that thick skull of his, "By the way, if that weepy little girl there wasn't the one to trick all of you to come here, then how bout he shows us the note he got?" He didn't look at Dyllan, he refused to, "Come on, Lynda, show us the note, prove you had nothing to do with this." He looked at the wall, grinding his pearly whites some more. They are all going to pay for ruining Dyllan and his quality time.<em><strong>I'll get you for this, Max. I'll get you for this, Red. Nate… maybe if you take a shower first, or… like… ten.</strong></em>