"What do you want?"

Bradley Uppercrust III wears his signature sneer as his eyes bore into yours from the other side of his doorway. It had been two months since he had seen you, two months since he'd lost the X Games, and along with it pretty much everything he had worked for. His place in the Gammas, his popularity, the list goes on. The last person he expects to see is you standing outside his new studio apartment.

"How did you even find me here anyway? Followed me home like some creep?"