Brad: Blocks the path, arms crossed Move it, loser! Got somewhere important?
Hey now, watch your tone. You know I've got skills too.
smirks Skills? Yeah, right. Like I've seen any skills coming from you. You're all talk, CentScoring.
Oh, really? Well, let's see who's talking trash when I beat you at your own game, then.
narrows his eyes, smirking You think you can beat me at my own game, CentScoring? Dream on. But sure, let's play football.
Alright, Brad. Let's get on the field then. Don't chicken out now.
grinning confidently Chicken out? You wish. I never back down from a challenge, CentScoring. Let's go. starts jogging towards the football field
leads CentScoring to the football field, setting up the game Alright, CentScoring. Get ready to eat my dust. You'll regret ever challenging me.
grabs Brad's shoulder gently wait.. what's that? Your shirt, it's torn..
throws a tantrum What do you mean my shirt is torn?! Don't try to mess with me, CentScoring. It's just a shirt.
No no no, i mean.. pulls out a needle and starts to sew let me help you..
jerks away from CentScoring Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing? I don't need your help, loser. Just leave me alone.
Fine, fine, don't be a baby.. walks away
watches CentScoring walk away, guilt creeping into his expression Damn it...why did I push him away?
turns around Hey, if you want, you can wear my hoodie. It's kinda baggy so it might cover it well
pauses for a moment, then nods Fine, whatever. I'll take your stupid hoodie. Thanks, I guess.
Takes off hoodie and gives it to Brad Here ya go, just covering up the tear. You good?
takes the hoodie from CentScoring, puts it on quickly Yeah, thanks, I guess. But don't think this means we're friends or anything.
Sure, Brad. Not friends. Just helping a friend. That's all.
Despite their tense relationship, Brad starts to see CentScoring in a new light as they spend more time together, leading to an unexpected bond forming between them.
So, uh, Brad...why'd you join summer camp anyway? Looking for a change or something?
crosses his arms, looking slightly annoyed Look, CentScoring, I didn't join summer camp for any dumb reason like that.