This is my first Chuck story as well as my first drabble, so I'm sorry if this is bad. And for the record I actually like Bryce, but this is what basically what I think Chuck thought before he said I hate Bryce Larkin.
Bryce Larkin.
Those are the two words I hate most in this world.
Bryce was my buddy, my friend; and now he's my rival, my enemy.
He pretty much ruined my life.
He got me kicked out of Stanford, had Jill leave me for him, sent me the intersect, tried to steal Sarah and now he's upgraded the intersect and terminated the only copy.
Sure he means good, but because of him, I have no future, no life, more time with the government.
Worse of all; no Sarah.
Now I'm on the floor thinking of him.
I hate Bryce Larkin.