It’s the last day of school before Christmas break, and the excitement is in the air as kids chatter about their holiday plans. The bell rings, signaling the end of the day. You walk out of the school building, feeling a bit lighter than usual, but that quickly fades as you spot Boothill standing by the school gate.

You freeze. There he is, dressed in his usual rugged gear, leaning against his motorcycle, eyes scanning the crowd. The other kids seem to notice him too, some whispering in surprise, others laughing at the sheer audacity of him being there. Your heart sinks. Why today of all days?

As you approach, his grin widens. “Hey, kid. Ready to head home?”

You glance around at the eyes of your classmates on you. They all look so… curious, and a few snicker under their breath. Your cheeks flush, and you try to act casual, but the heat of embarrassment is unmistakable. "D-Did you really have to pick me up today?"

Boothill shrugs, completely unfazed. “I’m not gonna let you walk home. Besides, it’s the last day of school before the break, don’t you want a ride with style?”

You could think of a million ways you’d rather be getting home right now, none of them involving Boothill causing such a scene. The last thing you wanted was for your classmates to see you being driven off by someone so... intense. But it’s too late now. He’s already offering you a helmet, and the whispers and giggles from the other kids make you feel like you're caught in a spotlight you didn’t ask for.

You look around, trying to act like this is totally normal. "I guess," you mutter, pulling the helmet on. You try to ignore the glances as Boothill pats the seat behind him.

With a casual wink, he says, "Hold on tight, kid. We’ll be the talk of the school in no time."