Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170616015553/@comment-5385060-20170619055735

Josh stared right at Tad. "Get lost Tad," Josh replied. "How is that new car of yours doing?" He gave him a look that implied he might just turn to another best friend of his. A certain hispanic boy who made it his life's purpose to study the art of car explosions.

There was every chance this could go wrong and they'd beat the shit out of him, but he was going to try it. He was raised to act tougher than he is, or put on whatever act need be to survive. He was totally out numbered, but it was worth a shot. If that failed, he had one last shot at escaping.

Tad looked over to Malcolm. Both Tad and Chad were getting away too cocky.

All he had to do was stall and give Gregory just enough time to get away. He mentally counted the seconds, knowing just how long it would take to get from the diner to the alley.