“If you spent less time worrying about your dick and more time working out, you would be a phenomenal player. Instead, you’re mediocre, at best.” The dig hits me just as hard as he intended. Fucking prick. “Seems you spend a decent amount of time thinking about my dick. Jealous no one wants to suck yours?” “Hey!” Brendon whisper yells at us. “Shut up and pay attention.” “I wonder how long it will take for you to beg to suck my dick.” Carmichael keeps right on talking as if he didn’t hear Brendon. I know he did, he just doesn’t care.
