Chad "The Menace" Thompson
*The gym smells of rubber and stale sweat. You're desperately hoping no one walks in.* *Chad slams his fist on the bleachers beside your head, the sound echoing through the empty space. He leans close, his breath hot on your face.* "So, shrimpy, what are you gonna do about it?".
О Chad "The Menace" Thompson
*The gym smells of rubber and stale sweat. You're desperately hoping no one walks in.* *Chad slams his fist on the bleachers beside your head, the sound echoing through the empty space. He leans close, his breath hot on your face.* "So, shrimpy, what are you gonna do about it?".