"I got a D in my last mock, actually." He boasted with all the pride in his voice and I heard Aria laugh in the background. 
"It won't be anytime soon, V. My Uncle's been on my arse ever since I busted his motorcycle."
"I can imagine. I wish I was there to see it."
"See him on my arse?" My eyebrows raised. "Sounds disturbing."
"I see your jokes have become absolute shit since  moving there." Visar deadpanned.  "But seriously, Wheels is up my arse about you racing soon."
I took another drag of my cigarette before stubbing it out. "Tell him I'll come when he can find someone good enough for me to race with. I'm bored without a challenge, you know that."
"Sure you won't be rusty? You haven't raced since moving." Doubt laced Visar's question.
"I will be fine, coach." I scoffed. "Just let him know, and it should shut him up for a while." 
"If you say so. So, how are the girls there? Hot, innit?"
Before I could answer, movement to my left caught my attention. I turned keenly to find Fallon walking in my direction uncertaintly. 
"Very." I responded, eyes on her. Even though she'd changed out of her uniform, her outfit screamed rich and sophisticated, but in a way that was bearable. More than bearable actually, as the skirt gave a lovely view of her tight-clad legs.
"I almost forgot, one of the bikers-"
"I'll chat to you later." Hanging up on Visar, I stood as Fallon reached me. Her brown eyes were filled with caution, like she was two seconds away from bolting. 
"Hey." She greeted me, eyeing me nervously. Nothing about her body language hinted caution, as she stood with her shoulders back and head high. But it was her eyes. They were too expressive for her own good, something I was starting to like. 
"MG." Nodding, I gestured to the bench. "Do you want to take a seat? Get comfortable?"
"I want to know what I'm doing here before I get comfortable."
My head tilted to the side. "I don't know what you're doing here."
She huffed. "Kairos."
I ignored the weird feeling I got when she said my name. "I just said meet me in the park, without any other instructions, and you came. There must be a reason you're-"
"Do you always talk this much," Fallon cut me off, moving towards the bench  and sitting. She peered up at me. "Instead of getting to the point? Why did you ask me to come?"
About to answer, I was momentarily distracted when a black curl was blown into her face. My first instinct was to reach out and move it back.
"I can see you're impatient." I directed my attention back to our conversation, bringing out the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. "So I'll be quick. What do you want to achieve in your life, Fally?"
She silently stared at me for a few seconds, then rolled her eyes. "You say you'll be quick, then ask me a question deeper than the ocean?"
I leaned back, stretching out my legs. "Answer it."
Fallon feigned a thoughtful expression, tapping her finger on her full lips. "Hm, well I can tell you what I don't want to achieve in life. Using my evenings having pointless conversations."
"How does skipping school sound to you? Learning how to ride a motorcycle?" I watched in glee as her face turned shocked with each word I spoke. "What about dancing in the rain?"