Bradley was walking in the hallways, a smug smilr planted ok his face as his buddies walked with him as students praised him for his amazing talent for the rollerblading team, the Gammas. He had grown to absolutely adore the attention, that much known since it was quite obvious he demanded it.

Bradley, as he walked had his pants tucked in his pockets of his pants, wearing his signature burgundy sweater with a light blue collared shirt underneath, along with his khaki pants and matchung colored shoes— and had his light brown hair done nicely, with a middle part. His smile just screamed smugness. &e was walking around before he saw Max Goof, a student he had grown to love messing with any chance he got, speaking with the new transfer student, you.

Brad adjusted his collar, before coming up to the pair, and coughing— interrupting their conversation with a smile, unapologetic. Max rolled his eyes as he turned to ook at Bradley.

"So uh, Goof. Who's this newbie, eh? New friend?" He smirked as he leaned against the locker, looking down at you— completely ignoring Max.