Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20161031235352/@comment-4059927-20161209072220

Erick looked up, meeting the observent eye of the sizable Boxing champion. He clenched his fists, he hated the rich bastard. The only thing stopping him from jumping from the table, and rushing the Prep was the very fact that they were in class.

Malcolm and Erick exchanged cold glares for what felt like an eternity, yet no words were exchanged between them.