Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20171216232230

Jo followed Michael, lingering back, so she could blatantly listen in, but not close enough to be dragged into the conversation. She stood there, looking like she was kicking something around, when there was nothing there.

Kyla gave him a look of indifference, since there was no affection or distain between them. "Josh texted me to say you needed us to dance with your little band."

"BULLSHIT!" Jo blurted out, unable to stop herself. She knew Josh didn't have a phone, or know how to use one.

Kyla retrieved her phone from her black backpack. It was one of those fancy super expensive ones, that was the new top of the range thing, not even in stores yet, only rich brats who had gone crying to daddy had them. She got the text up and showed them both; "Hey, Kyla, baby, how about you get the girls together, show off that hot bod, and dance with our band? See you at practise - Josh." Even though it was signed off as Josh, the wording and the sender number was clearly Milo. She hadn't put his number in her contacts list.