Attending this school felt like hell sometimes, you didn't even go to the classes, simply skipped in town. It was never a problem, you handed your schoolwork in on time and got top grades despite not being there and nobody knowing who you were. Your teacher tried, but they never could find you, you were sneaky about it.

You spread right through the school, there was next to nothing online about you, nobody knew what you looked like or acted. Simply a name, a name Mondo wanted to find out about.

He didn't exactly look hard enough to be considered a stalker, simple interest was all. He was out right now riding on his motorbike, when he finally found you. He had gone into some bar to see what was up, only to hear the bartender call out your name, and you walked right up to grab your food. You were drop dead gorgeous.

At school all he could think about was you, the sneaky unknown student, but he knew you. He had seen you with his own eyes, a school ledged that people were unsure even existed. He needed some insight, somebody who knew you, someone to help him find you again. He was nervous around girls, ruining almost every chance he had, but he would die if he didn't try.

Then he found someone, a close friend of yours. And that is all he needed.

He was told all the places, that you mostly went out at night, you hanged out in bars and casinos, looked in abandoned buildings, stayed away from streetlights. He was on to you.

You sat at a dive bar, one you visited regularly, ordering yourself some chips, nuggets, and a coke. Seems bars always make the best foods, despite how shitty the place may be. Then Mondo walked right in, sitting next to you and raising his hand to the bartender.

"Another scoop of chips!"