Name: Harley Miller<br/>Age: 17<br/>Apperance: looks the same as I do...<br/>Height: 5'7<br/>Weight: 125<br/>Personaitly: mean, harsh, and distant. Can be the opposite for people he likes (gf, friends).<br/>Other:Hates Veronica and is always making fun of her while she's around<br/><br/>Harley was sitting in his car, preparing his arsenal of insults. He had a few of the classics, like fat jokes, flat chest jokes, and the like. He also had some original ones, such as telling her that she couldn't draw, and commenting on how she looked boyish. Harley smiled to himself "This summer is is going to be worth it" he said, gunning the engine and then killing it. He grabbed his fedora and glasses and hopped out. This year, he decided, was going to be different. He would pretend to like Veronica, and then drop her on her ass, hard. It was his best plan so far, and he was going to enjoy it. He walked up behind Veronica and said "Nice drawing, it looks beautiful, just like you" he smiles sweetly, but on the inside he was dieing to laugh in her face and destroy the drawing