Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170910184132

Leroy had already reached the gym. To him the world was just shades of red. He looked over them all, ready to punch out the first one to get in his way.

"Leroy," Milo shouted, catching up with him. Noticing that Leroy had hesitated, he swerved around Leroy facing him. "You don't want to do this."

"Keep out of it," Leroy yelled at him.

Milo had to think on his feet here. He knew Leroy would regret it afterwards. "Good thing you did split," said Milo trying to goad him. "I thought she was a slutty bitch." He raised his fists, preparing himself for a fight.

Leroy focused on Milo. "What are you trying to do?"

"Saving your life from you," Milo countered.

"That rhyme fucking sucks," Leroy informed him.

"Hey bro, I turned a hundred into the big bucks," said Milo.

Leroy knew what he was doing, and he was determined to make sure it didn't work. He didn't want some jockstraps knowing how to talk him off the ledge.

Kyla just joined the group of cheerleaders in her own uniform. They had congregated near the painted soccer goal on the wall. She looked over Milo and Leroy, trying to appear as if she didn't know what was going on.

Thinking on her feet, Jo raised her baseball bat and ran at them. "You bitches!" The cheerleaders screamed and dispersed. They ran away from the gym, Jo chased them as far as the fountain. Then returned to Toni, trying to make it look like this was just a revenge hit for them all getting beaten up. "Those skanks ran to the prep house."

Toni nodded. The two of them split, and tried to pick a fight with nearby jocks.