Bryson's POV
The gym is quiet except for the sound of weights being racked and the shuffle of our feet against the floor. Julian and I clean in silence, moving around each other like we're trying to avoid setting off a bomb.
The air feels thick and suffocating. Julian is stiff and clearly embarrassed after realizing he jumped to the wrong conclusion. I'm just tired - tired of always being misjudged, tired of him assuming the worst about me no matter what I do.
We're moving mats when our shoulders bump. It's accidental, but the contact makes something snap inside me.
"You always think the worst of me," I mutter bitterly, not looking at him.
Julian whirls around. "Because you called me dead weight!"
"I never said that!" My voice rises. "I was defending you from Thompson a
