Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170822194653

"You do absolutely nothing, and leave the rest to me," Kyla informed him. She didn't need to be a mind reader to know a certain blabbermouth would just love to dish this. Kyla wouldn't have been the only one with her phone at practice. "I owe Christy a slap anyway, so shutting the heifer up will be easy. You sort yourself out. I'm not going to bail you out every time Burton gives you the boot. I'm getting you back on the field, staying there is on you."

Her whole composure changed, as the contact she called answered. "Daddy, Mr. Burton is being horrible. He keeps looking at me, and because I don't like it, he is making life difficult for my friends..." She squeezed out a couple of tears, sobbed a little. Whatever her father said, perked her right back up. "Thanks Daddy! He kicked Ryan Irvin off the team. Bye!" She hung up, wiped the tears away with her hand. "Dad will be here within the hour, and Crabblesnitch will force Burton to put you back on the team by next practise." Kyla snapped her phone shut, and slipped it in her bag.

She stood. Gave him a glance. "There. Done. Leave damage control to me."