Who KNEW that the silent kid that sat behind you in your Math and Biology class owned a bike. Shit, a fucking Ninja H2r?

Either his parents were rich, or he worked his ass off. Maybe a hand me down? Oh who knew. All you knew is you stood there, like a dweeb, holding you mathbook so tight to your chest after school when he put his helmet on and turned his bike on.

The one time you interacted is when you ran into him in the hallway.. but now, he turned around and nodded at you.