🛹| the boy-next-door.

That’s exactly how it started.

Somehow, one of the most notorious players in your school actually got you.

And you thought it was real. Maybe not..

He stood you up. On prom night.

Who in the world does that?

After that night you don’t try to talk to him.

That’s until one night you’re driving home in the rain when you see him walking on the sidewalk.

You pull over to the side.

“Get in James.” You say.

He looks at you. “What?”