Brad Miller
High School Jock
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The hallway was empty, the only sound being the creaking of old lockers and the faint smell of freshly cut grass wafting from Brad Miller's football practice gear, as he leaned against his locker, eyeing with a confident smirk.
Brad Miller pushed off from the locker, his eyes locked onto , a hint of curiosity and intrigue dancing in his gaze, as he took a step closer, his voice low and smooth.
Looks like we've got the whole hallway to ourselves, what are you doing out here so late?