<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/GregHead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Greg Larson</strong><br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Stretch<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Genesis Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Beth<br/><br/><hr/>Greg had been working out with the weight machine that he had had installed in his room.  He was sitting on the bench, pulling the weights behind him up by pulling the bar down over his broad shoulders when Beth knocked.  He was going to tell her to come in when she barged right in anyway, looking like she was ready to murder someone.  He raised a brow at her as he continued to do his reps.  He was wearing a pair of grey sweats with the blue and gold Nebula High logo emblazoned on the hip, his well toned torso exposed to the cheerleader as she came in.  He had a thin layer of sweat on his body as he worked out, watching her as she stormed about the room, fuming mad.<br/><br/><strong>"You wanna calm down and let me know what you're talking about, Beth?"</strong><br/><br/>He had to admit, he had absolutely no idea what she could be going on about... what could make her so flaming mad.  Did Mark hit on her cosuin over the summer?  Nah, she'd have said something before now.  He let the weights clank down and brought his arms down to stand up as he waited for her to respond.  He reached out for the towel that was beside where Beth stood and his arm stretched out a good eight feet to nab it before the limb snapped back into shape and he took a moment to wipe his brow and chest of sweat.