'Ugh major sadface! Dance rehearsal is taking like five thousand years, I won't be able to pick you up Be safe cutie get your home safely. Kisses￼ ' 5mins ago That was the text message that was waiting in Darwin's phone, from his best friend Tiffany, or more commonly known as Tiff. It was a mid May day, and school had already ended. Currently the hallways were in a bit of a chaotic state as students of all sizes and age pushed each other around, trying to get out of the prison they know as school. Usually, Tiffany picks up her beat friend everyday from school. However, today that wasn't the case. She was a dance rehearsal, something her parents forced her to be in all her life. So, there was no way she could loop her way out of it. Meanwhile, a man, just in his twenties was leaning against his bike. His lips were pressed neatly together, and in between them was a cigarette, slowly burning. He was supposed to pick up a coworkers sister, but it seems the girl wasn't hear. 'I brought my extra helmet for nothin' I guess.' Though the man as he looked down at his cell phone. Shrugging his shoulder, he inhaled the toxic fumes from his caner stick, before flicking it out his mouth. Slowly, he combed his fingers through his dust brown hair, his hazel eyes scanning the parking lot full of teens. Easily he got looks from everyone. "Who's that?", or "He's hot" was all you could hear throughout the large parking lot. Slowly, a smirk formed on Zeke's face. Sometimes he liked being the hot topic. Starting up his bike, he letbhia engine roar to life.