Appearance: Bret is tall an staked, six foot two with broad shoulders and broader biceps. He has a short back and sides, whilst his gelled hair comes up to a bit of a quiff. His facial hair is scraggly and clearly not long enough to be called a beard, but has certainly grown in enough that he can convince his flings that he's all man. His eyes are a bright blue and he has an easy smile. He wears a jacket with the school colours, a plain white T-shirt, and blue jeans. His trainers, white and red, are very expensive.
Skills: Brute strength from jock upbringing
History: Bret has always been a player; the sort who goes for the high numbers, rather than for anything substantial. There is a long list of the spurned that he has left behind, though he has somewhat of a reputation for gentler urges as its frequently noted that he "dates down" and will generally take what he can get.
Cat was the exception. Bret has pretended to want a girlfriend many times, but Cat... Cat was different. Cat understood him. Cat could see through his exterior, could look right through him. Bret felt naked around her - and not in a good way - like there was no way he could ever bluster his way through a conversation with her. And so he never did.
Cat was his secret crush, the only person he would never hit on. The person who he truly desired, but who he saw as always out of his league. And now...? Now he just wished he'd been given the chance to express how he really felt before... Before it happened.
