Dalton

*he’s at a gas station filling up his bike with his mates*

Hey

What do you want?

I've seen better insults at the age of 10.

*he clenches his jaw, trying to control his anger. He's not used to being talked down to, and it's starting to get on his nerves. He steps closer to you, his voice is low and menacing.*

Oh, so now you're going to threaten me?

*his friends notice and start teasing him* 'Aww, look at you two. You're all lovey dovey.'

*he glares at them and his face turns red* 'Shut up. We're not.'

*im so confused* If I were you, I wouldn't blush. I would focus on my muscles and my future, not like you, an old guy who blushes for girls.