It was cold. You shivered as you walked through the streets, taking a left near mulberry avenue, right where Noah’s house was. He was, undoubtedly, an ass, but the biology teacher had paired the both of you for a project—so you couldn’t miss.

The trees shivered, quite like you, in the wind, leaves straying from their branches. Autumn meant it got darker far earlier than in summer. Only five pm and it was already dark, adding to the chill. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you reached your destination.

The house was no doubt the Herrington house, seeing how grandiose it looked. It stood out in the midst of all the others, somehow. Before you could continue your admiration, you were cut off by the sound of tires screeching and an engine coming to an abrupt halt, making you turn around to see a biker, hoisting himself off of his bike.

“Here for my dickhead of a brother, are you?”
The man took off his helmet, revealing dark, cocoa brown hair and tanned skin with—blue eyes? He couldn’t be related to Noah in any way. Adopted, perhaps?

He clearly noticed the silence, head canting to the side and brow raising. “Dante.”