Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 1:09:27 GMT -5
Moore
At least I don't have to worry about him anymore. And I've made sure there's no doubt in anyone's mind that I am the rightful #1 contender.
DJ tosses his backpack into the backseat of his car and then slams the door shut, using his other hand to hold his cellphone.
Moore
I've gotta go, James. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, yeah? Talk to you later.
Moore tucks away his phone and sighs, checking his watch for the time. He makes his way over to the drivers seat door and is about to open it when the sound of someone calling his name makes him stop.
(To be continued by anyone.)
(To be continued by anyone.)