It was almost a goal. But the goalkeeper defended it and caught it between his hands. Kate had never seen him before. He was a redhead with streaks of deep brown in his hair. His shirt was drenched in sweat and his abs showed off through his wet shirt. He smiled as he held the football, "We won!"
"OH SHIT I WON!" Kate shrieked and Brandon glared at the redhead. He flinched as the other guys raised him in the air. The girls booed.

"Harry," Brandon pulled Harrison Louverne towards him.
'How dare he touch Harrison!' Kate thought. Evidently, he didn't know they were best friends.

"Who is that?" Brandon asked.
"I heard about a transfer student from Canada. He's mixed, maybe that's him."
"I see," Brandon gave him a glance and smirked, "A transfer student, huh? Then, let's welcome him properly," 
"Brandon, we're doing that again?"
"Hell yeah!"

Brandon looked at Kate and smiled. "You remember what you need to do, right? I hope you won't turn away from your word," Kate said.
"Of course," He walked towards Anna and sat on his knees. Everyone stared at him. Anna was surprised, "Anna, I'm sorry for dumping you."

Kate seemed happy. He got his sister's sweet revenge, "I just couldn't help it, but I feel that I'm more attracted to your twin brother." Kate was surprised. What the hell was this ass saying? Everyone gasped and looked at Kate, "He's hotter than you and I want to bang him. He's made me gay and I just want—"

"NO NO HE'S JOKING! IT WAS A BET WE MADE IN TRUTH AND DARE!" Kate saved his ass, "Brandon you can stop now,"
"Are you sure? You asked me to do it,"
"YES! THIS IS ENOUGH!" 

Kate had dug his own grave but managed to somehow slip out smoothly. The girls was relieved that wasn't gay. Kate realised that Brandon was dangerous because this guy didn't care if the whole school knew that he is bisexual!

Meanwhile, the new transfer student from Canada walked towards the changing room with other guys. Brandon ran towards him and wrapped his left bicep around his neck, "You've got that vibe, bro," He said.

"Oh, hello," He seemed shy.
"What's your name?" Brandon asked. Harrison walked beside him. Brandon was at it again—He was picking up on new students. He had this weird attraction towards Canadians since always, especially French Canadians.

"Jaden Smith," He told his name.
"That Jaden Smith—"
"No, we just got the same name, that's all," He smiled.
Brandon smiled back, "Where are you from in Canada?"
"I am from Ontario,"
"So," Brandon stretched his words, "You're French?" He asked.
"Oh, no. I don't speak French."

'Oh no,' Harrison took a step back. Jaden felt a dark aura from Brandon. Brandon grabbed Jaden's collar and glared at him, "You're from fucking Ontario and you don't speak French, you dog!"
"Eh—I—" Jaden was confused.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat with glass shards such that you never speak again! Forget French but any language!"

"I'm sorry—I'll learn French if you want me to—" Jaden cried. He was terrified.
Brandon looked at him, "Nah, you come with me," He took him to the terrace by his collar with Harry running behind him.

"Harry," Brandon turned towards him, "Where's your tape recorder?"
"Oh, I have it in my pocket," Harry took out a small tape recorder? "You're doing that shit again?"

Jaden looked at a burnt hoodie fallen on the floor, 'Someone... Died here?'
He was trembling. He quietly sat down on the floor and looked at Brandon.

"I promised MJ that I'll beat him in a rap battle so I'm just preparing myself," Brandon turned towards Jaden.
"But—How can I help you with that?" Jaden asked.
"I am motivated when I have an audience,"
"But it's just me,"
"A Canadian. That's all I need,"

"Dude, that is so racist." Harrison said, "Rappers are not all Canadians,"
"My favourite rappers are Canadians."
"But I'm a Christian—"
Brandon grabbed his collar and picked him, "Listen homie, you better not piss me off or I'll make sure to turn your high school life hardcore."

". . . Brandon, your gay is showing," Harry said from afar.
"Eh? What really?" Brandon squealed in a high pitched voice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Harry shouted.
"But I didn't do anything!" His voice was still shrill.
"Stop acting like a girl—"
"Who said I'm acting?" Now it was deep again. Jaden and Harrison flinched as they looked at him.

What the hell was going in this world?!

"I—I'm starting the track," Harry pressed the play button and the music started.

Jaden clapped, "You are really good at it," He smiled.
"Thanks, you can fuck off now," Brandon said.
"Brandon, that's rude." Harry said.
"Alright, leave, damn Canadian."
". . . Now it's just racist,"
"Make America great again!"
"Stop being so offensive Goddamit! Jaden just go,"
"Bye—"
Brandon shut the door on his face.

"What a drag," Brandon said.
"YOU INVITED HIM!" Harry slapped his head.
"I'm lazy," Brandon fell on the floor
"You've got some drinks?"
"I have some in my bag," Harry took out two juice boxes. They both lay in the sun, sipping the juice box.

"Aww man! It's finished," Harry threw the box away. Then, he asked Brandon "Do you have some money on you?"
"No. What do you think I'm? A walking ATM?" Brandon got up.

"By the way, did you kiss that guy?"
"That Canadian got in the way of my bet, tch."
"Huh? That guy is Canadian?"

"Actually, now that I think about it, how do we do it with a guy?" Brandon said. Harry was surprised that his childhood friend was asking something like that from him. So, he jumped in front of him to act all mighty and 'Mr Know it all', but accidentally he landed on the juice box he had thrown a minute ago. There was some juice left in it, which sprayed on Brandon's trousers.

Brandon just sipped his juice box while looking at his trousers. Nothing was said and done for a few seconds. Then, Brandon slowly moved towards Harry and grabbed his neck.

Harry laughed.
Brandon smiled, "Any last wishes, Mr Harrison Louverne?"
"Wait, I'm ticklish," Harry moved a step back, "I didn't intend to do this, I'm sorry."

"Are you really sorry?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah!" Harry's lips twitched from nervousness.
"Okay then, hold this," Brandon gave his juice box to Harry. When Harry held it and looked at it, Brandon suddenly squeezed it forcefully, and the juice landed on Harry's face.

"Enjoy the lychee juice, sir," Brandon said.
"Ew! You're the worst! But the flavor seems nice—WHAT AM I SAYING?!" Harry threw the juice box aside.

"I'm not done yet. Give me an extra pair of trousers, I can't possibly wear this to class," Brandon said.
"WHY WOULD I CARRY AN EXTRA PAIR OF TROUSERS TO SCHOOL? WHAT AM I—A WALKING CLOSET?!" Harry shouted.

"Okay then, GIVE ME YOUR JEANS!" Brandon grabbed Harry's jeans while he struggled to free himself.

"HEY, NO! LEAVE ME!"
"SHUT UP AND GIVE IT TO ME!"
"NO! WHAT THE FUCK WILL I WEAR?"
"WHO CARES? NO ONE IS INTERESTED IN SEEING YOU NAKED ANYWAYS!"

"BITCH WHAT?!"

While they both were struggling through this, there stood an unexpected viewer near the terrace door. As he witnessed this, he dropped his French bread which he had just bought from the cafeteria.

Harry looked aside and saw him, "Brandon, Brandon stop—There's someone at the door," Harry said and Brandon looked towards the door. It was Kate Roberts .

"Oh!" Brandon smiled as he left Harry, "Hi Kate!"

Kate looked at their position to analyse the situation. Brandon Johnson was sitting between Harrison Louverne's legs with Harrison's jeans pulled half down. His trousers were wet and Harrison's face was covered with some weird white fluid. They were both red and sweaty.

'Harrison is gay too?' Kate's eyes widened. Harry was his idol since middle school. He was always the popular kid of the class. He never imagined Harry would associate himself with Brandon Johnson. All his respect for him was lost and he ran away.

"NO KATE! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!" Harry shouted and slapped Brandon's head, "Go stop him! I don't want rumours spreading,"

"What rumours?"
"That you fucked me!"
"... This happened and I don't know? Harry you drugged me?"
"JUST GO!"

"Yes!" Brandon got up and went after Kate. Harry got up and pulled up his jeans, "Thanks Kate, at least my jeans are safe. I hope my reputation is too."

Kate ran through the halls, running into everyone who got in his way and Brandon ran after him. They reached the empty football ground. Kate was beginning to turn slow.
"Why are you following me?!"
"I don't know. Harry told me to. Plus, it's exciting to think what I'll do once I get hold of you." Brandon smiled as he ran.

"WHAT THE FUCK! GO AWAY!"
"Go away where?"
"MAYBE OUT OF THE STATES?!"
"Heck no, I'm no Canadian."

"BRANDON BRO—THAT'S OFFENSIVE!" Kate shouted and turned back. Brandon couldn't stop so suddenly so he ran into Kate and they both fell on the ground.

"Ugh! Get up, fatass!" Kate shouted.
"I'm thick?" Brandon got up and pressed his hands on his butt.
"Just leave me alone!" Kate pushed him and got up.
"But you came to meet me on the terrace,"
"I just went there to enjoy my lunch. Stop flattering yourself,"

"Then, should I flatter you?" Brandon leaned towards him and Kate moved away, "I don't understand," He was red as he grabbed his sweatshirt. Brandon looked at his face while Kate looked at his sneakers,

"What you do should not concern me. Then, why does it feels so weird?"
"Weird?"
"It's like... You're taking me somewhere I don't wanna be,"

-To be continued

Jaden Smith
All I Want Is You Baby