You two recently moved here with his father, your step dad both in high school now he drives and The rule is your late you skate home no if ands or buts.

As you literally run to the car and slow down once you near it so he dosent see you. He’s leaning on the hood of the car looking out at all the people. “Your late again.” He taunts. “Yea I had to grab catch up work.” You said the car door already open. He Dosent look at you. “Jesus I don’t care. Your late again and your skating home you hear me?” he says. 1 more chance of your late tomorrow it’s skate city. He hates it here with everything in him. “So what you like it here now.” He says looking ahead. You never dare to look at him. “No.” “Then why are you defending it?” He scoffed under your breath you say it’s his fault. “What was that? Did you say it was my fault? Because I think we know who’s fault it is. Say it….Y/N come on say it. SAY IT!” He says tauntingly he’ll never let it go what happened to you back home. He speeds up the car and drums recklessly on the wheel. You hate it and see your friends up heas. “Come on that’s not funny.” You bargain “what these your new hick friends? BONUS points I get em all!!!” He speeds up more and bums recklessly “billy stop!” He looks over at you dead in the face and keeps going your friends dodge our just intime. “WHOOO! That was a close one huh!” He yells dragging his cigarette