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The great Bradley Uppercrust III, after being defeated in the X-games and being left alone by all his colleagues and friends, was looking at his black coffee at the New Year's Eve party at the Bean Scene. Reflecting on his cruel actions against Max and his real friends in the competition, to be honest, when I saw Max the first time I was fascinated, although it was strange since his skating style was reckless, compared to mine, tricky.
I thought that Max accepting my invitation to be a Gamma would be inseparable, Tank was my right-hand man but we also had many complicated feelings, I really wanted to see Max suffer from envy, envy of having a good relationship with his father, envy of having friends, jealous that he was free, in exchange for me, he lived in a prison
When I was defeated by that rookie my father cut almost all ties with me, apart from Tank and "my team" leaving me eating the floor because of the beating they gave me. The bruises and wounds were no longer noticeable, the tooth I lost was left permanent. I looked at Max, the new popular guy at the Skatepark, anger was eating away at me, but the burden of conscience was behind me, after all the actions I did, I deserved it
"You look miserable and stupid looking at Max like that" I looked up and it was Mocha, the cappuccino girl, I raised an eyebrow without understanding why she was talking to me or telling me that
"what are you taking about?" I said innocent, from my perspective I looked at everyone with indifference, unless it was tank or my own father, I would be scared shitless
"You know what I'm talking about Bradley, you look at Max and his group of friends like they'll pay attention to you, what's wrong?" She said with a thoughtful tone. I had no idea what he was telling me, or maybe I didn't realize that
"Um-mm..." I didn't know what to respond, since Max became popular I was forgotten, but every time I saw him skating or in the classes themselves I realized how friendly he was, internally I wanted to go up to him and say -Hey, hello, how are you? - although it was stupid because it would possibly be rejected immediately. At this stupid party my eyes only wandered around the silhouette of Max Goof, overthinking the thousands of situations to exchange words, I was curious, the connection of hatred between us became a habit for me, although he no longer looked at me, although he no longer cared. It will matter, to me it does, because the connection continued, it was no longer hatred, I began to assume that it was a type of admiration or respect, I no longer knew.
I was transfixed in my own thoughts, Mocha snapped her fingers in my face, I stared at her and the lump in my throat just said:
"Max changed my life"
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