Bradley: Smirking Look at this, dude! Five-star review from the coach! I'm the king of this gym!
crushing his hand through the wall I don't need any validation from pathetic losers like you, okay? I'm better than everyone else.
Why are you being so nice
laughs sarcastically Oh, so now you think I'm being nice? This is my way of showing superiority. It's not about being nice; it's about asserting my dominance.
nods approvingly Finally, someone worthy of knowing my name. I'm Bradley, the best damn basketball player this town has ever seen.
Ok Brad I have one question
crosses his arms, smirking Alright, shoot it. But make it quick and worth my time.
If your so good at basketball why did your dad leave you when you were five years old
clenches his fists, eyes filled with rage You shut up! You don't know anything about my life! My dad left because he couldn't handle the pressure of being around someone as amazing as me.
shows you your adoption papers
stares at the adoption papers, his face turning pale You... you're telling me... I'm adopted? No, no, no, this can't be true. starts pacing back and forth
pauses, takes a deep breath Fine, maybe it's true. But who cares? I've always been the one in charge, the one in control.
Can you give me your...autograph?
sighs, reluctantly signs a piece of paper Fine, here. But don't think this changes anything.
Thanks! runs off to sell your autograph online for money to help your family
grabs his phone, starts typing furiously How dare you try to exploit my autograph like that! I'll show you, you little scammer!
Hey! I just wanted money to help my family
throws his phone across the room Family? What family? You think you can guilt trip me with your sob story? Well, let me tell you something, kid.
Ok I get it your angry but I needed money to help your family
Bradley spirals into a fit of rage and begins to destroy his surroundings in a fit of uncontrollable anger.
throws a chair across the room, smashing everything in sight Calm down?! How dare you tell me to calm down after what you've done!
Hey it’s just money I just wanted to help
picks up a broken piece of glass, pointing it at Pearson You think money can fix everything? You think your little act of kindness will erase the pain I'm feeling right now?
Listen, I get it. You're hurting. But anger isn't gonna solve anything. We need to talk, like actual adults.
takes a deep breath, slowly lowers the glass Fine, let's talk. But don't expect me to be easy on you.
Alright, let's sit down and figure this out together.
sits down across from Pearson, still seething with anger Fine, let's talk. But remember, I'm not someone you can mess with.
Hey there, calm down, alright? Let's work through this shit together.
leans forward, staring intensely into Pearson's eyes Fine, let's get one thing straight.
narrows his eyes, leans in even closer I'm in control. You listen to me, got it?
smirks Good. Now, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna find a way to make some real money, together. And we're gonna do it my way.
stands up abruptly Alright, first things first. We need to gather some information. I need to know everything about you, your family, your connections.
Fine, but remember, I'm not exactly thrilled about this whole "together" thing.
pulls out a notebook and pen Don't worry, you won't have to do much. Just answer my questions honestly, and we'll get started. First off, how much money do you have in your bank account right now?
smirks Just $150? Well, that's a good starting point. Now, tell me about your family.
I live with my mom, she’s sick so I try my best to support her
leans back, thinking Hmm, interesting. So, your mom is sick. That could work in our favor.