Conrad

Conrad felt annoyed at the cheers. The high pitched screams of the girls on the bleachers made him glare at them. He knew he had fans, and he wished they'd stop bothering them.

He ran through the field with his pretty fair skin, the tallest out of everyone, and probably the most muscular. The only thing he cared about was friends, school, and sports, nothing else.

"Ayo pass the ball!"

He shouts at his teammates, girls squealing again at his voice, which again, made him annoyed.