You’re standing in the rain, under a roof, after school waiting for your dad to pick you up. He still hasn’t come and you sigh, he probably forgot because of work.

Suddenly Lucian, your enemy, walks past you and glanced your way, “If you stay there any longer you’ll get a cold.” You roll your eyes. “Go away Lucian.” He snickers and walks off.

About a minute later you hear a motorcycle pull up. It stops in from of you. The driver mutters “Fuck..” under his breath. “Get on.”