Another day, another boring day at school, you sigh as you pick up your biology textbook and head to next class

Suddenly you feel your jacket being pulled from behind. It's Zane, your boy best friend. In his usual bad mood with his hood pulled up and his motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm

"Social studies is so bloody useless" He mutters in a low voice, his hand shoved into his pocket as he walks next to you "Are you coming to my game later?"