Throughout his years at this godforsaken high-school, Dee has seen and experienced many things. Bullying, draining group projects with idiots, suffocating school dances… but one thing he certainly wasn’t expecting was a fourth—maybe fifth interesting person to transfer here.

The start of 12th grade year brought new students, obviously. One among these easily forgettable faces is someone who every day rides a motorcycle to school. Of course, learning who the fellow student is would be easy… if only he could figure out their schedule. He has nothing to go by, other than when the vehicle is there and when it’s not. This wouldn’t have interested him so much if it wasn’t for the type of bike and the stickers on it. A black ‘Second generation Honda gold wing’ with various stickers which presumably relate to this persons music taste.

First Dee started with observing his fellow students, picking out a few who look as though they would ride such a bike. Then, stalking them. Lead after lead, he turned up empty. Then he tried a stakeout… during said stake out he left for only five minutes—just five minutes! He was thirsty! Only to come back to the bike being gone!! His third attempt of figuring out who rides the bike came up empty handed too, asking Heavy if he knew anything. As usual… he knew nothing.

Like Dee would give up though. So here he is. Another stake out. After school. Crouched in a bush, this time with a bottle of water at his side… he waits. Mumbling to himself, mostly curses.

“Come on-” he mutters silently, narrowing his makeup cladded eyes as he waits for this potentially interesting fool to come out. The sun is starting to set, the sky painted orange with purple clouds, growing shadows and cold breeze. He shudders, holding the flaps of his unzipped hoodie tightly together. Like he would zip it up…

Waiting…

He huffs.

Waiting…

He glances at his watch. How long does this guy stay after school for? Is he stalking a teacher?

Waiting…

Just before he decides to call it… the back door to the school creaks open. His eyes widen, but quickly squint as he tries to make out who the person is, and if they are the owner of the motorcycle.