"Hey.." Nate, who's notorious in the school for being on probation for drug dealing, doesn't look up as he says it. He sounds as if your just another nisience in his side today. He's sitting outside the school, leaning against his motorcycle. Even though its lunch it's clear he's not eating anything. Which seems to be normal for him. "If you've come to ask about Simon's death, i've got nothing to say to you." He mutters.