Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170923190754

Kyla lingered back, when all the cheerleaders ran over to see Damon was okay. She had her arms folded across her chest, looking away.

Luis looked to her, and that put two and two together. "No, you're fucking dead." He nudged Casey, who clocked Kyla excluding herself from the group.

Her little show was an act, to stop herself from laughing that Damon got what was coming to him.

"Kyla, you okay?" said Luis, walking away from the others to check on her.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied. Then it hit her. She wasn't okay. He had hit her, and she thought she was alone and would have to blackmail to get back at him. Luis had showed genuine concern. "It's just..."

"I know," said Luis, giving her a reassuring one armed hug. He brought her to the group, partially shielding her from Damon. "This dickhead hit Kyla."