He stood silently, waiting for his friends to leave their football practice, leaning up against his car's bumper. His new gang jacket pulled onto his shoulders. The evening was already falling and it felt like his friends were planning something. He ran hand through his black hair and rolled the toothpick around between him teeth with his tongue.

Thankful to be out of his apartment and have friends so soon to have moved into New York a few weeks ago and already part of a gang. He sighed gently.