Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20170412234811/@comment-4059927-20170503010152

The bell rang and everyone began to gather their things and head to their designated classes. Malcolm had English, and as he was making his way down the hall he found himself shoved against the wall. It was three Greasers.

"You rich boys going after us again?" Ricky asked.

"What?" Malcolm asked, sharply.

"Somebody smashed Johnny's bike, and spray painted his car." Norton stated, coldly. "An insider told us is one of you Preps."

"Let me go, Norton." Malcolm ordered. "Or you will regret this."