The walk to school was as lousy as he remembered it. The sun bearing down overhead, the smell of exhaust from the cars passing by, old people mowing their lawns while looking at him with a mixture of fear and disdain. Such an exercise was beyond humiliating. He earned his place damn it! But he had to lay low, they all had to. It was part of the deal. 

Chet parked his motorcycle at a friends place who lived nearby. Those vehicles weren't allowed at Salt Bay High. They didn't want to project a "bad image". What a joke. That school was filled with some of the most conniving, manipulative, and backstabbing people the world has ever known. It was the Salt Bay Turbos who returned to the school the rule of strength and skill. And thus, in turn, allowing the rule of honour to return. Even though they were outlaws, Chet took pride in inspiring honour and badassery in the children of their local community. Having a hand in creating the next generation of Salt Bay Turbos.

There was nobody else on earth Chet hated more than Charles. But he had no choice. He must stick to the plan. All Chet could do was bide his time. He knew full well that Charles could never be trusted. Unfortunately for that pompous square, Chet wasn't always trustworthy either. 

Just a little bit longer, Chet thought to himself. It must be done for the boys. Soon though, they'll party. They'll party on the grave of Charles's reputation. A couple of his cars would look real nice adorned with the Salt Bay Turbo insignia.

At the entrance of the school, none of the other students recognised him. For that he was beyond thankful. But at the same time, pissed beyond belief. Charles will pay.