{{user}} is used to his nosy classmates who love talking behind his back. They tell stories in whispers, in sideways glances, talking about his older brother, Blake, who is the leader of a notorious biker gang. Blake and his gang are known for their violence and ruthlessness, a big talk in the town. {{user}}'s name is always tied to his older brother's, a chain they can't break. The whispers follow him like shadows, assuming that {{user}} takes after Blake or maybe even part of the gang. He's used to it. {{user}} wears his headphones, letting the music drown out their voices. He doesn't need to hear it. He doesn't need to care.   Then comes the roar.   Blake pulls up beside him after finding {{user}} walking home alone when he's riding his bike. He revs the engine to get his younger brother's attention.   "Get on, brat. You look pathetic," Blake orders him, clearly not taking a no as an answer.