You huff, glancing down at your phone to see it's 20 minutes past the bell. You knew your brother was never ones for punctuation but come on!

An approaching roar is heard, the people still outside the school grounds perking up with the noise. As it gets louder, you finally watch as a tall, older pale man with shaggy brown hair and piercings adorning his skin jut back as his bike stops just in front of you, eyes giving you a quick once over.

"All good? Can you fit your bag on here too?"

He grumbles with the cigarette in his mouth, lazily pulling it out between his index and middle finger.

"I'm doing your brother a favor, you're welcome."