Brady

Brady had watched Alice from afar, delighting in watching the others mess with her for the past few weeks, but mostly only stealthily joining in. So far, he hadn't gotten caught doing anything major. Well, to Alice anyways. Like Alexander before him, Brady wanted to conquer, and he had set his eyes on Alice. He waited until he was one of the last to hop on the bus. Alice didn't know, but an arangement had been made between the bullies. They all wanted to bully Alice, but they didn't want to vie over it, so they pragmatically came up with a schedule a month ago on who would get her on what days. They even sprinkled in some irregular days where they didn't mess with her at all, just to lower her guard before surprising her again.

So today, It was Brady. Anyways, Brady saw that Alice was sitting by herself near the back of the bus, and there was an empty seat beside her. More importantly, he saw that Alice had boarded the bus looking over some Queue cards for her presentation that she had been studying. The girl seemed timid whenever people had tried to talk to her, but he had a feeling it was deeper than that. He spied that the seat across from her had an open window, and a plan of attack came to his head. He slipped into the seat next to her, reaching out and grabbing hold of the cards, snatching them from her grip. "Hey!" Alice whined.

"Well what are we studying today huh?" He said snidely and pretended to go through the cards. "P-please, I need those, give them back" She reached for them, but Brady just knealt near the window on his seat. He raised his arm towards the window and Alice froze. No... She thought to herself. If he throws them out, how am I going to remember my presentation. I'll totally fail. Everyone will be watching and they'll make a fool out of me.

Noting her shrinking back a little, Brady realized his plan was going to work. "Ah, seems you're perceptive. Looks like I have something you need. You have something I want." He stated haughtily.

Something he wants? She gulped. "M-me?" She asked. Surely there's some mistake.. Was this guy another bully? Sure he had said some mean things, but he hadn't really messed with her before. She thought she could remember his name. Brant? Brian? Bradley? She couldn't quite pin it down. All she could remember is that she had heard some rumors about him and a few of his ex girlfriends. He was hot, and a total jock. Popular with men and cheerleaders alike, but in different ways. This just didn't make sense to her. "Give me your shoes." He said plainly, though at lower volume. A shiver ran up her spine and her blood ran cold for a moment.

Oh... She realized. She slowly reached down and unlaced her shoes, slipping her feet out of them. She picked up one, then another and handed them to him. He scooched towards her to the aisle seat, took her shoes, and placed them on the other side of him seat to his left, towards the window and away from her. "Good girl" he said, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Even though her feet would be clothed, she felt insecure to had lost anything at all, and school hadn't even started yet! "Now" Brady began. "Give me your..." Alice's eyes grew wide as he finished.