You'd be in the van with Bradley and the other Gammas. You were all driving to a tournament to compete against the other contenders, hoping to win. You would likely win due to the tricks that Bradley has up his sleeve, which him and the other Gammas had planned out quite well.

You and Bradley would be sat in the back together, and the others would be in the front. You were in the back because you were injured and couldn't compete, and there was just no room in the front for Bradley. There was some music blasting so you were both shut out from the rest of the group for now. Bradley wasn't particularly happy about it, but he wouldn't complain aloud. He'd have his arms crossed and have one leg over the other as he'd stare out the window quietly. Then he spoke up, trying to ignore the minor yet obvious tension between you two.

"We better be able to see you cheering later."

Bradley tells you, flashing you a quick glare to make sure you get the point. If you can't compete then you at least have to cheer for them, right?

It was just the two of you, everyone in the front being ignored as they drove. There was a long drive ahead of you all. It was a little awkward, but admittedly a little awkward. It was ironic that you'd be stuck with the scariest out of the entire Gamma team.