Shagg pokes his head from his hiding spot, looking to see if that bald teacher was waiting for him<br/>"Coast is clear, sweetness..." he thinks aloud and steps out of the locker<br/><br/>2 hours later<br/><br/>Shagg walks along the north wall of the school towards his van. He was caught for his little bandit raid and got suspended, again.<br/>"Would have gotten away with it if someone didn't rat me out..." He mutters under his breath as he reaches his van: a jet black cargo chevy, 'Shaggin's Wagon' airbrushed into the side in psychedelic letters. He opens the driver's side door, instantly thick smoke starts pouring from the interior. He takes a whiff inside, well knowing what's going on inside.<br/>"EVERYBODY OUT, NOW!" he shouts to the smoky interior of the van as the back doors come open and several red-eyed, coughing teens pile out.<br/>Once the smoke and the stoned teens disperse, Shagg climbs in and attempts to start the van. No luck, dead battery.<br/>"FUCK!!!" He screams and slams his hand on the horn, but the battery is so dead it doesn't make a sound. Frustrated, Shagg climbs into the cargo area and picks up his red acoustic guitar. After a quick tuning, he exits the van, and starts playing.<br/><br/>Shagg looks up from his song to see two figures standing against the back wall of the Gym. He looks closer, recognizing one as that goth guy Mark, and the other as the girl he threw baldly's wig at.<br/>"Maybe one of um has a phone I can use..." he mumbles to himself and starts walking in their direction, guitar still in his hands as if ready to play...