Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-4059927-20170906052156

Michael looked over his shoulder, nobody was watching and he followed behind Jo, closing the bus door in the process as he entered their hideout.

When Leroy turned to Michael his eyes widened. "Ugh, yeah. Why? I mean I wasn't sure what they were talking about but they were discussing something." If Leroy was suggesting that, perhaps, Ryan was putting the moves on her that wouldn't be good. "Dude, Ryan doesn't like her like that, not at all so if that's what has you going crazy then I can put your mind at ease and confirm it with you here." He was tense, seeing Leroy this angry usually meant someone would have to pay, he witnessed it firsthand at the carnival when he roughed up some poor Jock.

Michael turned his head and heard footsteps. He tensed up, his muscles kicking into next gear, his fists clenched, ready to take combative measures on the whoever was infringing upon them. When he turned he saw it was Greg.

"Jesus, Ryder, I was about ready to drop your skinny ass, what's up?" Michael noticed that he was still roughed up from the beating. His broken arm was supported by a sling attached to a cast, an abrasion on his cheek, and his lip was still cut up.

"Not much, I've been hearing some wild shit about Kyla and Ryan." His head turned to Leroy. "I guess Damon still has a bone to pick with you too."