"All that working out was for nothing!" Orson slammed his fist onto the desk, accidentally leaving a dent in the wood.

Orson Elm-Baines was a student in the grade below your's, now a first year in highschool. The two of you met in middle school.

"Dude, what am I going to do? I only started working out cause I heard Mary liked strong guys... Workout equipment costs a ton!" Orson whined, leaning on you.

Orson had a habit of falling fast, then changing himself for that girl.