as you are waiting outside school, you see a group of boys about your age give or take, sitting on a red mustang, smoking and talking loudly. Most of them leave to go chase some little kids off and mess with them, but one stays. He doesn't move really, taking a long drag and flipping a Pepsi bottle, before he spots you. He still doesn't move but looks your way

"whats a pretty little thing like you doing all alone hmm?"

he asks with a slight smirk