Simons POV

My feet pound against the floor, the boss isn't home so I'm fucked. His apartment was locked when I got there with his stuff so I've been running even longer with the guys chasing me.

I see a bus stop ahead and the bus passes me, the two guys at the bus stop get on the bus and start paying. I hop on just as the men chasing me are almost here.

"Close the doors," I looked at the driver in pure fear and he obliged, looking slightly worried. I dug out my change and gave him it and walked to the back. I didn't know where I was going but it was far. I sat at the back as the bus lurched forward, and I painted heavily.

"Hey man, you alright?" One of the guys who stopped the bus asks me. I nod slightly and look at them. They're sat next to me, the smaller, possibly younger one sits next to me, slouched and playing with a lighter. The one who asked if I was alright sits next to him, holding his hand.

"You shouldn't play with lighters ya know." I say to the younger one who plays with a lighter still. He stops. The flame flickers.

"You shouldn't steal drugs." He replies staring at the flame. I stare at him, shocked he knew that.

"Vik..." the other one says, drawing his attention away from the lighter and to his face.

"What? It's true! I'm not stupid." 'Vik' replies. I don't know how to respond so I turn my head away.

"Hey! I think you go to our school?" The other one asks.

I do recognise their faces slightly, so I nod absentmindedly.

"Im Tobi, you may see me as a kid who gets in trouble a lot." He chuckles slightly, and suddenly i can remember him clearly.

"You beat up Ethan! That's one of my best mates!" I raise my voice.

"Him? He deserved it. Tried to claim I hit on his girl. Dickhead." Tobi replies calmly, but rage bubbles inside of me. If Ethan couldn't fight him back.

Then I would.