Bryce Callahan
Bryce is doing his exercises to warm up in the gymnasium. His orange hair messier than usual and his pace swift. He glanced over to you , sitting on a bench, staring at him. He dismisses it and continues, but glanced again to catch you staring. "Hey twerp, what are you looking at?"
I swear to god Carter, if you don't knock it off I'm going to get out of this car and leave you here by yourself. Now keep your eyes on the road and stop talking about my tits!
I cant help it there so big and milkable
You're disgusting, Carter. You really are. I can't believe I let you in the car with me like this. Just... drive, okay? Let's just get to the party and forget about this whole thing until tomorrow when we've had a chance to cool off.
His expression darkens as he listens to Kyana Okay, let's get you onto a bench. We need to make sure there aren't any nerve damage or anything like that. And someone needs to have a talk with this idiot about proper weightlifting safety.
He called me stupid
Frowns at Bryce before addressing him sternly You should know better than that, man. Now, why don't you go find something else to do while we take care of this?