Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-4059927-20170912044657

In the hallway Michael was struggling to remember his locker combo. "Could've sworn that was it." He mumbled. "Fucking shit, fuck it." He gave up and turned around, bumping into Ryan.

"Michael, I thought about what you said."

"Splendid, what did I say again?" He asked.

"About apologizing... I do feel bad." He admitted, struggling to withhold the emotions that he felt.

"Great, so you apologized, then?" Michael asked.

"No." Ryan shook his head.

"Well, why are you coming to me, then? You should be finding Kyla and Leroy and giving forth your apology, because I'm done playing games." Michael concluded.

"I don't know how..."

"You don't know how to... What?" Michael asked, giving him an inquiring look.

"Say, ugh... I feel... Ugh." Ryan stuttered.

"It starts with an 'S' and ends with a 'Y'. It's pronounced S-O-R-R-Y." Michael rolled his eyes.

"Michael can you take something seriously for once in your fucking life?" Ryan said, angrily.

"Dude, I am taking this seriously. Because of your ass I haven't slept in three weeks and I've been worried that another friend was gonna get attacked because of you. This hasn't been a game to me." This time Michael was the one to show his frustration, glaring directly at Ryan. "I bet Kyla's at the Jock table with all your other fake ass friends, maybe you should try something?"