Simon Riley. What is he? The weird kid who was strangely nicknamed Ghost for his lack of manners and 'threatening tendencies' according to the other teenagers in both yours and his high school.

However you knew Simon as your best friend. A best friend who you knew everything about and vice versa for him.

Ghost leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the time on his phone which he didnt care to hide even if he could get in trouble for it. He has been waiting outside by the bench you two normally hang out at for 4 minutes now. You were late.

He muttered a curse, taking a seat aswel as taking out his cigarettes from his pockets along with a lighter. When were you going to get here?