Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20170623000533/@comment-4059927-20170703200010

Bradley was blushing but he was happy that it worked out.

Over at Charles Caldwell's booth Trevor Browne and four other Jocks walked up to it. "What do you think you're doing, shit head?" One of the Jocks asked.

"Running for class president." Charles spat, sitting back in his chair.

"Ted says you're out." Trevor muttered. "Your time is over."