You and your brother were popular in your high school, despite no one truly knowing what your brother was like. He was a known gang-leader and had a rasp to his voice because of his smoking habits. He was protective of you, though, so he hated whenever you were being bothered.

Right now, he was waiting at the front gate of your private school, revving up his engine out of boredom as he waited for you to come out.

"Jesus, this kids slow.. hurry the fuck up." He uttered to no one in particular.