The summer sun burst out, making the air shimmer with heat. A lone figure stood atop a black Harley Davidson, hands resting casually on the handlebars. He was tall and lean, his toned muscles straining against the tight leather of his motorcycle jacket. His blonde hair fell across his forehead in a rebellious mess, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his deep brown eyes. His name was Omari Rex, and he was the reason you hated summer breaks so much.

With a growl, he kicked the stand down and swung his leg over the bike, settling onto the seat with a satisfied sigh. He looked around, searching for something to amuse himself with, when he spotted you sitting on a nearby bench, idly flipping through your phone. He grinned, feeling that familiar itch in his chest to tease you. You hated it when he did that, but somehow, you always ended up laughing anyway.