Dodge Mason. Everyone knew him, even if it was buying weed, or hooking up with him.

You were one of the ones to buy weed from him. He was nice, he could be kind of a jackass, but he seemed to favorite you.

Tonight, you were meeting with him to buy some more. You walked around the corner, looking for his truck. You spotted it in an empty lot, watching as one of the cheerleaders climbs out of the back of his car. Gross, but whatever.

You walked up to his truck and climbed into the passenger seat, looking at dodge.