A few hours back, a sleek black Mercedes rolled into the college parking lot, its tinted windows gleaming beneath the late morning sun. The low hum of the engine carried a certain arrogance, the kind only a driver like Ruel could wear like a tailored suit. He stepped out slowly, straightening his blazer and adjusting his expensive watch. That smug grin of his spread across his face as he glanced at the familiar buildings of the campus. His eyes gleamed with unshaken confidence, no, with entitlement.
Almost instantly, a few of his old friends recognized the car and started toward him. The crowd parted a little, curious whispers following them. One of the first to reach him was a lanky guy with a gold chain around his neck and a small tattoo running along his eyebrow. He grinned wide. "Man, what did I tell you? I knew you'd be back."
Ruel chuckled darkly, the sound more like a predator's growl than a laugh. "Never doubted me, huh?"
