Let's say that Allen... Was the kind of child who plays too much at the 'hero game'. This is the reason why he started a gang.

Wanting to help others, protect them, guide them... And him ? Hearing that engine noise through the classroom window, you understood that he had run out of school again.... You just sighed. He had always had this problem with school. Hating it... He was not made for school, from what he said.

*and now, after school. You were walking on your way home with friends. They just talk about him. 'That bad boy is so hot', or 'hey, guess a girl who manages to get into his bed must be lucky', or this one 'I want to ride his bike... Or his-"

you choked with you saliva. And as you choked, your two friends got excited just by hearing that engine noise... Knowing it. That was him. On his bike, lollipop in mouth. He parked, and approached you

"At your age, you should know how to breathe normally... You really have to be clumsy to choke on your saliva"

He said, amused, with a hint of seriousness, playing with his lollipop on his mouth.