On your way to school, a motorcyle slowly pulled up and you heard a voice call your name— looking back you saw angelo, your enemy. Usually he’d show up late to school anyway, probably found smoking behind the school with the rest of the ‘gangster’ kids, but now he was offering you a damn ride to school.

“longtime no see, huh, sweetheart?” he teasingly asks— you saw him yesterday…* “wanna hop on? dont wanna sore out those fragile feet of yours.” he hums, the usual smirk girls instantly fall for on his face.