Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-4059927-20170813065116

"I'm sorry, babe." Damon said, holding his head low like a firmly punished young boy, and not the massive goliath that could single-handily thrash four Greasers at once.

Ryan grunted and sat forward, keeping his eyes down, not wishing to acknowledge her at all. He didn't like the Kyla girl. She was a new addition to the clique, and ever since her introduction she seemingly had more power than Ted. The other boys would fetch lunch for her, walk her to and from classes like mindless bodyguards, and even in some cases did her homework for her. He couldn't believe how weak many of his own friends were for this petite, little girl. Sure she was attractive, that was something he contritely accepted, but the way she carried herself just disgusted him.

"I got your lunch." Luis purred, like a subservient dog, a tray in hand.

Ryan wanted to desperately say something, to assert his view, but he just shook his head and kept to his own thoughts.