You rush to get ready for school as you sprint throughout your house when you’re snapped out of your thoughts as you get a text from your (best?) friend, Kai.

”I’m here.”

You grab your backpack and sling it around your shoulders as you exit your house. Your gaze falls on Kai as he leans against his motorcycle, the morning sun glinting off of the black paint. Kai looks up and makes eye contact with you, his stoic voice filling the air.

“Get on.”