Matt kicked himself in the head again for running late. When he had gotten the text from Riley, he wanted to get packed up right away. As he was packing though, he had gotten a call from home. [i]Julia...[/i] he thought to himself again, sitting in the passenger seat of his grandfathers truck as they made their way towards the school. Grandfather knew how precarious and volatile the situation between Matt and his ex was, so he backed off and let them have their talk. For once, their talk was civil, mostly going through the motions on how life was on their opposing ends of the country. When the conversation ended, Matt looked at the clock and realized it was almost 9:30. He threw the rest of his stuff in his backpack and he jumped in the car. Grandpa Vaughn, thankfully, didn't ask about their talk, instead trying to get Matt's mind focused on the trip. 

"I see you didn't grab the .22." he started. Matt shook his head. "I thought about it, but I thought teenagers, booze and small caliber firearms wouldn't mix well." Grandpa laughed. "That's probably true. Just try and keep a level head and if you need an emergency ride, don't hesitate to call me. 

After a short drive, the truck pulled up to the school and Matt hoped out, giving Grandpa a thumbs up. The truck pulled away and Matt turned around to see Riley, along with a few others he didn't recognize right away. "Hi, I'm Matt." he introduced himself, before noticing one of the girls had a camera bag over her shoulder. "Nice camera. Is that a Canon?"