From the Start (Maxley)

College experience

Max Pov

"Max-a-million!!!" Bobby chuckles, beckoning me to him. He had his same blue round glasses, and his head was now fully shaved after the mullet-hawk thing he had going on in middle school. My bald Bobby, my best friend since forever.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I say hopping on one foot as I struggle to put on my blue Converse. I wanted red originally but they didn't have my size in the store my dad and I went to before college and I'm too impatient to wait for them to deliver red ones. Besides I already punked these out. An anarchy symbol over the original Converse star and song lyrics on the white part.

"Max! Hurry up! Mocha is gonna be there and I don't wanna miss her!" Pj rolled his eyes. He met his girlfriend Mocha at this little poetry coffee shop its called the Bean Scene or something. I finally make it to them with both shoes tied. 

"Pj, she isn't gonna leave and we're only half an hour late, that's excusable, right?" I playfully punch PJ in the arm as Bobby rolls up a joint. He'll probably pass it around at the party and get mouth herpes. Again. He's been hooking up with this hot stoner chick for a while now, shes really nice. They have a cool stoner love thing going on. 

"Max you don't get it shes my EVERYTHING" Pj fucking twirled when he said "everything" I swear I wanted to throw up in my mouth.

"When are you gonna stop thinking with your dick man? I mean, I know you both have small heads but jeez!" I punctuate the sentence by rolling my eyes, causing Bobby to absolutely cackle then star wheezing. Though, I'm not sure if that was from my joke or the joint.

"At least I have someone to give me head on the regular!" Pj retorts causing me to snort as Bobby continues wheezing almost doubling over. He has the kind of laugh that's funnier than the joke.

"Look man, it's not my fault Roxanne was a lesbian!" I jokingly throw my hands up in defense.

"Bros, so bad he turned his only girlfriend gay!" Bobby announced, after taking a long drag from his joint. Pj immediately reacted by laughing his ass off as I sarcastically gasp and cover my mouth. The truth is, I'm trans. When Roxanne and I were together, I was a girl but a few months after dating her I realized that I was a boy. Naturally, we broke up because shes a lesbian but in full honesty, I'd have to say she's one of my best friends. 

"More like she turned me trans!" I laugh along with my friends as we make our way out of the dormitories and over to the Gamma house. We continue to laugh and tease each other the whole way slowly passing more and more drunk couples, making out the closer we get to the fraternity. But one couple in particular catches my eye. It's Bradley and some girl. I can't explain it very well but I always feel my stomach turn everytime I see him. It's been awhile since the X-Games so it's probably because  I associate him with the nervous feeling because he was my competition... Right?

Bobby and Pj follow my gaze to Bradley and the chick practically devouring each other on the side of the house. Smirking at each other the glancing back to me. 

"Max~" Bobby teases. "Is your boyfriend cheating on you again?~" 

"Careful Max, I think you better reel him in before some other chick steals him~" Pj Adds on nudging me with his elbow as we walk into the party.

"Oh come on!" I groan. "I told you guys my feelings in confidence! And I don't like him I just get nervous because of the competition."

"Uhuh" 

"Suuureeee" They both roll their eyes at me. 

I don't care, what Bradley does.I walk away from them and into the kitchen fixing myself a drink and looking out the window. There he is, Bradley Uppercrust the MotherFucking Third. I continue to stare at the girl. Shes pretty, she has a bunch of ear piercings like me, but my gages are bigger, and she has straight black hair, not as fluffy as mine though. Can't he see that I'm better? Woah. No. What. The. Fuck. No. Why do I care? Why doesn't he care? Nope. No. No. No. I shake the thoughts away but before I switch my glance to the appetizing potato chips, my eyes. meet Bradleys. His watercolor blue eyes—god, I could get lost in them. No. No, I couldn't. We stare at each other intensely as he talks to that girl. Then he smirks at me and locks his lips with her. I am dumbfounded. Watching his hands roam over her body. Fuck. I continue to stare until someone bumps into me. I turn to find a guy, definitely on the taller side but not as tall as Bradley. 

"Heyyy~" He slurs drunkenly. Snaking a hand around my waist. My initial response was to push him away but another powerful glance back at Bradley convinced me to lean into his touch. Wrapping my arms around his neck and looking up at the guy I smirk and respond.

"Hey~" Staring into his murky green eyes. I can feel bradley's gaze burning into me. If he's gonna watch might as well put on a show, right?

"Care to dance?" He drops his voice low and pulls me closer. Normally I would tell him he's too drunk and try to walk him home, but fuck I can't get the image of them out of my mind.

"Let's see what you can do loverboy" I respond, slowly walking away with him sneaking a glance back at Bradley, now alone, and winking at him. Hah, I could almost see the steam blowing out of his ears. The guy leads to the dance floor where we eventually start grinding. The music blasts in my ears as I feel him up, nothing too serious of course but I was also a little tipsy from that drink I had earlier so who can blame me? The room smells like sweat and sex, I can feel his hot breath on my lips. I was gonna push I'm away but then I saw Bradley walk in with Tank. Who does he think he is? Walking in here like he's important? He needs to get overhimself, just because he has great hair that looks so fucking soft and his stupid maroon sweater that will forever smell like coffee because of me. I wanna fuck him in that sweater so he never forgets-

"Mmf-" My thoughts are suddenly halted by the guy cupping my cheek and kissing me. I feel his lips sloppily move on mine. God this guy reaks of booze. Instead of pulling away, I feel Bradley's eyes on me once again and decide to give him a little show. I part my lips ever so slightly allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. We fight for dominance but I win. As usual. I quickly push him up against the nearest wall and rest my hands on his hips. My fingers slightly dipping below the band of his underwear as I feel him shudder beneath me. The guy puts a leg in between mine giving me a jolt of pleasure. Just as I was about to run my hands under his shirt I hear someone clinking a cup and some sort of untensile. I turn to look and find Tank, clinking a pint glass and a fork together to grab everyone's attention. 

"Alright babes!" Tank shouts over the music. "Spin the bottle in the basement! Lets fucking go!" He places the glass down and I don't think that everyone heard him but Pj and Bobby did. We make eye contact and all follow Tank along with a few other students to the Gamma basement. God this looks like a bad porn. I think to myself looking back on the who I had pinned against a wall already grinding on someone new. Ugh whatever. As we walk through the house I catch up with Pj and Bobby.

"So~ have fun trying to make Bradley jealous?~ Cause its working." Bobby points to the taller Gamma ahead of us. 

"What? I wasn't trying to make him jealous!" I retort.

"Yeah, you just started grinding against a random dude who was way too drunk to even know what was going on because you're not the kinda guy to walk him home. Even though you've talked me, and Bobby, and a bunch of sorority girls, out of bad decisions when we were drunk. Makes perfect sense." Pj adds, rolling his eyes.

"Hey I'm allowed to have fun too!" I corrected. knowing damn well this is not my kind of thing. Why did I start with that guy? Was I trying to make him jealous? Bet he wishes he were that guy right now. Woah. No. Still No. Yes~ No. Fuck. The boys and I continue tp walk down the stair to a dimly lit basement with a few couches, end tables, and a rug. We all file in and sit in a circle. Pj sits down next to Mocha, Bobby sist down next to his stoner girlfriend. Leaving me in the middle of Pj and Bobby. Across from me was Bradley's little Gamma gang, god he's so infuriating. Like a rabid dog I just wanna put down. You wanna fuck him like an animal. No! No! I do not! He would look good whimpering under me though. FUCK! NO! STOPPIT! My internal monologue was cut short by Tank explaining the rules. 

"When the bottle lands on you, pick truth or dare and if you don't wanna do the dare or answer the question you take a shot. Kay sweethearts?"