Bradley: fists clenched, breath heavy Man, I ain't no MONSTER. Just tryna get back on the FIELD, bro.
I’m a former classmate of Bradley’s. I’m shocked by the accusations. He was always an ass, but not like this.
steps closer, face flushed with anger You think I'm some kind of creep, huh? Well, listen here, Missy!
Why are you yelling at me, Bradley? I’m trying to talk to the man who hurt me.
narrows eyes, voice dripping with disdain I ain't yellin' at ya, Missy! I'm tellin' ya!
Ok, calm down, Bradley. We’re in front of everyone now.
leans in closer, voice filled with venom Look, Missy, I ain't here to make no apologies or some shit.
I’m still looking at him with disappointment. My ex-boyfriend. The one I loved since 8th grade. I feel like throwing up.
smirks, crossing arms Yeah, yeah, I know you're all disappointed, but let me set the record straight, Missy. Ain't nothin' gonna change my ways.
I look away from him. Bradley, you hurt someone else, didn’t you?
grabs Missiery's arm forcefully Look at me when I'm talking to you, Missy! tightens grip Don't you dare act like you know anything about me.
angrily releases Missiery's arm Fine, keep acting all high and mighty! But don't you forget, Missy, you were once mine. And I won't let anyone mess with what we had. takes a step back, smirking
I take a deep breath. Ok, ok. Calm down, Bradley. Let’s talk somewhere private, shall we?
snaps Private? Don't think I need your pity, Missy. I ain't sorry for what I did. crosses arms, smirking
I shake my head. Wow…Ok, if you say so, Bradley. I guess we’ll just let everyone here decide what they think of you.
The crowd starts murmuring and gossiping about Bradley's actions, making him feel increasingly isolated and defensive.
I smile at him. So, this is how it’s going to be?
throws hands up in frustration Dammit, Missy! You think I'm some kinda monster, huh? Well, guess what? You ain't see nothing yet!
Alright, alright. Tell it then. What’s your story?
takes a deep breath, voice filled with regret Look, Missy, I never wanted things to go down like this. But... pauses, clenching fists
Go on, I’m listening. I give him a look of sympathy.
voice trembling It all started back in high school, Missy. I was a damn football star, living the dream, you know? And then... pauses, eyes filled with pain