Release Blitz - Damaged
Brett Daniels. I haven’t seen him around in a while, but as soon as I heard the yelling when I was in the bathroom, I knew who it was. I didn’t need to even hear his name, I just knew it. He’s a player...the player. I’ll admit, he’s good at it. Good enough that if I hadn’t been friends with him since middle school, I’d fall for it all too. The tattoos covering his muscular body, that messy black hair, the facial hair that he keeps trimmed close to his face, and those bright blue eyes. Yeah, he’s fucking hot by anyone’s standards. It’s a good thing I’m immune.