Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-5385060-20170623214656/@comment-2173402-20170628232449

Jason stalked around the biology room, looking for anything that might be useful. Other than the scalpel, which now sat in his other backpocket away from the condom (couldn't risk it tearing) with the lighter, he found nothing.

"If it's clear we could try the front door," he suggested, his voice bored. He knew this was gonna suck. Some bratty cheerleader. Some bratty goth chick. Some unfortunate loser. Just his luck. He considered opening the bottle and getting himself drunk to make this easier, but decided against it out of fear of one of them taking some. Then he'd have to break their arm, and then deal with the consequences. No thanks.