Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-31129923-20181119100210/@comment-4059927-20181217103032

-The Next Day-

Everything fell into place for the Evans' boy once his father was appointed to be Matthew Jones' chief man in the house. Malcolm got closer with his father and even offered to aid his ascension to politics by gathering the youth of Bullworth as his support structure to show where the youth of Bullworth stood. Malcolm had set up a small stand next to the main steps where he was offering out flyers, pamphlets, and information about the importance of this election.

Michael Jones felt alienated from his father. After his parents divorced and their proceedings accrued national attention when he was just fifteen Michael found himself expelled for beating some idiots' head in for making a comment about his mom. His dad still held strong ambitions for his bedeviled offspring and sent him off to Bullworth where he expected Michael to learn from the Harrington boy and finally accept his place in all of this. Instead Michael chose a different path which led to him being completely cut off from the trust fund that his dad had previously provided for him. But now his dad had his sights set on Bullworth.

"Michael! Over here!" Malcolm called out to him as he tried to skirt by unnoticed.

"Yo..." Michael nodded his head and still tried to move by but this time Malcolm stepped out from behind the stand and moved in his way.

"It's a great thing your fathers' doing." Malcolm stated.

"What's he doing now?" Michael sighed.

"Haven't you been paying attention?" Malcolm inquired, reaching for a flyer with his fathers' face on it, and some bullshit quote about the American people that made Michael roll his eyes.

"Not really." Michael answered, with a shrug.

"Surely you know that your father is assisting my father in political ventures here, in Bullworth." Malcolm was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. "Finally, someone who cares about what happens in this town!"

"Sure, because taxing rich pricks less and taxing people who can't even afford a loaf of bread more seems like a logical step in caring for people." Michael remarked.

"Michael, can't you see that this is the evolution of things?" Malcolm asked. "Some of these poor cretins don't belong in our midst. This school can be better."

"I tend to disagree." Michael groaned. Can't I just go to class to get lectured about this crap? He thought to himself.

Michael didn't have any personal animosity for Malcolm, in fact he felt like he was a straight up good dude. Buying into these political scams was just beyond him though. Guess it was okay to be supportive of his dad but it wasn't like this was a step up for him or anything like that. His dad was a rich oil executive who had expanded the reach of his company into several countries and had travelled abroad with his son on great expeditions throughout Africa and helped build houses, or whatever it was Malcolm always bragged about in the cafeteria that Michael just didn't really have the indulgence to listen to. Still, it didn't really feel like anything of importance to Michael

"Why is that?" Malcolm inquired.

"I don't know." Michael shrugged. "Maybe because we aren't any better than anybody else, y'know? I'd say it feels more real to live in a trailer than a mansion with 27 rooms. I've lived in a mansion with 27 rooms and nothing felt real about that shit."

"Don't you want better for Bullworth?" Malcolm just wasn't getting the point here.

"Look, bro I'm not really into this whole political crap anyways." Michael said, bluntly. "What my asshole father does with his own time doesn't bother me. Bastard might try and get in on Crabblesnitch's meat and take Miss Danvers sweet ass to bed, doesn't matter to me. I just want to graduate and get as far from this place, and him as possible."

Another group of students approached to look at Malcolm's booth and see what he was all about.

"Miss Lawton!" Malcolm called out to a girl he recognized from his clique. "Can I have your honest opinion on something?"