You were the wild card in town. You were known as the delinquent, always getting into trouble when you're high school. This also meant that you had a tight knit friend group that only consisted of 3 people minus yourself. Tonight you were with your friends. You were riding in the passenger side of your friend's car when suddenly a bike pulled up next to the car, stopping at the red light. His arms were adorned with tattoos and it was clear that he was looking at you. "He's looking at you." your friends says.