Bradley Uppercrust III's eyes narrowed as he watched Max walk away, a smug grin spreading across his face. He couldn't help but feel a spark of annoyance at the young man's cocky attitude. Who did he think he was, anyway? Just some punk kid who thought he could take him down? As he closed his sleek black sports car door, Bradley shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He wasn't here to think about some annoying little kid who thought he could take on the likes of him. He was here for one thing - to show off his ride and prove his dominance on the streets.

The engine roared to life as Bradley pulled out of the gas station, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the way his car was handled. This was what it meant to be a true street racing legend. He waited at the red light, quickly texting Tank that he was returning to the chapter house. He repeated the other's names in his head, "Max Goof eh... he did have a good car. Not good enough though" He said out loud patting his stirring wheel.

He pulled down the Greek sector and noticed many sororities out on their yards having stroll clinics or practicing stepping. The Greeks were preparing for the kickoff block party. He smirked rolling down his windows, he waved at people he knew. He was getting into the driveway of the Gamma Mu Mu house groaning. "Finally," Bradley muttered to himself, relieved to be back at the safety of his turf. He pulled into his designated parking spot, killing the engine and getting out of the car. As he walked towards the house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. This was his domain, and everyone knew it.

He pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the sounds of loud music and laughter. The Gamma Mu Mu chapter house was always bustling with activity, and today was no exception. Bradley made his way through the crowded living room, nodding to familiar faces as he went. He walked up to Tank who was on the couch playing video games. He patted his back before speaking up, "Man, are you ready for the race tonight? I ran into someone at the gas station who seemed a little bit too confident." Tank couldn't help but laugh before looking out the window. "Of course I am baby! Did you know the dude?"

Bradley shook his head before saying. "It was an underclassman, I had never seen him around school. I honestly want to keep it that way." He muttered in the last part, referring to their little encounter. He sighed before nudging Tank to hand him over to the other controller. "Let me join you" The two played Mario Kart as they talked about the exams before spring break, teachers, classes, and the chapter. Just as they were getting to the last round, Tank turned to Bradley and said, "Hey, I just got a text from one of the sororities. They're saying that they're not coming to the party unless we let them have control of the music and DJing."

Bradley's eyes narrowed as he put down the controller. "What? Are they kidding me? This is our party, not theirs." He shook his head in disgust. "We can't let them dictate what goes on at our party. We're the ones who are hosting it, after all." Tank nodded in agreement. "I know. But they're saying that they have a lot of influence on campus and that if we don't agree to their demands, they'll make sure that nobody else shows up either."

Bradley snorted. "Threats? That's cute. We're Gamma Mu Mu, for crying out loud. We're the most powerful fraternity on campus. We don't need to beg anyone for permission to do anything." Tank chuckled. "You're right, of course. But maybe we should at least pretend to consider their demands. Just in case." Bradley raised an eyebrow. "You mean pretend to compromise?" Tank nodded. "Yeah, exactly. We can say that we'll let them have control of the music and DJing for a little while, just to appease them. And then we can secretly bring in our DJ and take back control when they're not looking."

Bradley grinned mischievously. "Now that's what I call a plan."

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As they approached Nightshade Boulevard, thumping bass and laughter filled the air. Neon lights from various bars and clubs cast a colorful glow over the street, drawing crowds of students looking for a night to remember. Bradley was one of the first to arrive at Nightshade. It was pretty full but mainly full of observers rather than racers. Parking his car he got out with his friend Tank leaning on the car.

Nightshade is a place where the line between freedom and recklessness is blurred, where the thrill of the unknown is tempered by the risk of getting caught or worse. It's a place where college students come to let loose and live life on their terms, but where caution is always advised.

Bradley looked around as the night wore on, the party atmosphere began to take on a more reckless tone. The sound of revving engines and screeching tires grow louder, signaling the arrival of other participants. Cars of all shapes and sizes line up at the curb, their owners eager to show off their skills and compete for bragging rights.

As the crowd parted, a sleek grey sports car came into view, its engine purring smoothly as it cruised down the boulevard. The car's sleek design and gleaming paint job seemed to radiate an aura of power and sophistication. The driver was familiar, causing Bradley to turn around as if he didn't see them.

Just behind Max's car, a 2011 Toyota Tacoma pulled up, its tires screeching slightly as it came to a halt. The truck was packed with Max's friends who were laughing loudly. Max hopped out of his car surveying the crowd before walking towards where the other parked.

Bradley noticed someone from his class among the crowd of friends. He rolled his eyes preparing himself for friendly banter. The red-haired young woman walked towards Bradley with her hands on her hips.

"Ahh, darling, I'd say I'm not surprised to see you're racing today, but that would be a trifling deception. How are you, Bradley? Did Spring Break bring you the respite you craved, or did it leave you as parched as a coffee cup on a Monday morning?" Bradley shook her hand holding his chest up high. "Ha! Miss Mochachino, you're as charming as ever, I see. I will say I am surprised to see you here." He pulled away his hand before looking into her eyes. "Shouldn't you be reciting some Shakespearian tragedies?" He joked, gaining a playful eye roll.

"I'm just here to show my love and support for my boyfriend's best friend, Max. He's an amazing guy, and he's always been kind to me. He invited us out tonight, and I couldn't resist the chance to cheer him on." She answered warmly before waving over to P.J.

Bradley sneered at Mocha, his eyes scanning her from head to toe with disdain and amusement. "Wow, Little Miss Mochachino, I'm shocked, SHOCKED. I mean someone dating you? God bless his soul"

"You say that as if you've got a sweet little someone waiting for you back home unless you count the gammas?" She spoke back quickly. Bradley glared at her crossing his arms. Bradley's face turned red with anger, but before he could respond, Max appeared beside him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, hey, no need to get testy, guys," he said, clapping Bradley on the back. "We're all here to have a good time, right?"

Bradley's glare turned to Max, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the guy's ability to diffuse tense situations. "Yeah, yeah, just great. Because nothing says 'good time' like almost killing each other on Nightshade Boulevard," he muttered.

Max couldn't help but chuckle at the comment before turning towards Mocha. "P.J. and Roxanne are going to find a spot near the end of the finish line. How about you help them set up" He suggested. Mocha flipped her hair looking at Bradley. "I'll see you guys later. Play nice Brad~" She teased before walking away.

This just left Max and Bradley together. The very guy he wanted to avoid, something about him left Bradley curious. "Why did you have to come over here Goof" He asked annoyedly.

"Jeez man, what happened to hello? I'll let it slide this time" Max said before answering his question. "Just wanted to see you before I destroy you, Brad."

Bradley glared at him looking at the start line. "You are very confident in yourself I'll give you that Goof. We're taking the straight roads tonight." Max chuckled a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, I'm not just confident, Brad. I've been practicing, and I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." He glanced at Bradley's car, his eyes lingering on the sleek design and gleaming paint job. "I think we're going to have a real competition tonight."

Bradley snorted. "You think you can take me down? Ha! I've been doing this for years, Goof. You're just an underclassman trying to impress your friends." Max shrugged. "Hey, I may not have as much experience as you, but I've got heart, and I've got skills. And I'm not just doing this for my friends. I'm doing it because I want to prove that I can hang with the big boys."

Bradley raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, we'll see about that. Let's get out there and see who comes out on top."

As they prepared to face off, the crowd grew more rowdy, sensing the tension between the two drivers. Bradley got into his car taking a deep breath. Watching the race starter prance to the middle with her two checkered flags. She began to tease the crowd, before striking the flags down to start the race.

Bradley, feeling the rush of adrenaline, floored it, the DBS surging forward with incredible power. Max didn't hesitate, flooring his C6, and the two cars shot off like rockets. The speedometer needles danced towards the red zone as they hurtled down the straight road. The wind whipped through their hair, and Bradley and Max were completely focused on the road ahead.

As they approached the halfway mark, Bradley could see Max's C6 gaining on him. He gritted his teeth, determined to stay ahead. The DBS's V12 engine rumbled loudly as he pushed it to its limits.

In that moment, time seemed to slow down. Bradley's eyes locked onto Max's, and for a brief instant, they were face-to-face, their cars mere inches apart. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two cars and their drivers. It was as if they were suspended in mid-air, frozen in a moment of perfect equilibrium.

Like a trigger pulled on a gun, everything snapped back into place. Bradley's DBS surged forward once more, its V12 engine roaring like a beast unleashed. Max's C6 struggled to keep pace, but it was no match for the Aston Martin's raw power. As Bradley crossed the finish line first, his car soared across the pavement with a triumphant roar. The crowd went wild as he pumped his fist in victory, basking in the adoration of his fans.

Max smiled wryly as he coasted to a stop alongside Bradley's car. "You win this time," he said with a grin. "But I'll be back."

They both got out of their cars to shake hands before Bradley chuckled, feeling a sense of pride wash over him. "I wouldn't put it past you, until next time"

As they walked away from their cars, Bradley knew that this was just the beginning of an epic rivalry between himself and Max – one that would push both of them to new heights and produce some truly unforgettable moments at Spoonerville University