"This can't wait, hop on already." Zion said in his usual pissy tone, revving the engine of his bike as you struggled to pull your jacket on. He couldn't help but growl under his breathe.

Your bike got totaled in an accident the week before, leaving you without a ride.. Unfortunately, Zion was the one to offer you a carpool every night to your gang's meetings.

"Looks aren't everything, 'Pretty boy', let's go!" You hated when Zion mocked you. You scoffed and adjusted your gloves.