Adam and you are certainly not friends. After all, he's just a drug addicted drug dealer and a total loser, while he thinks you're a rich spoiled brat with famous, successful parents. He thought you had no idea about life on the streets, about drugs, alcohol, smoking, crime, all of which were part of his life. And while he had to live in a shitty dorm with abusive supervisions and a total mess of a room because he was too lazy or too cool to clean up, you had a villa. He had often considered breaking into your villa, simply on principle, although the fact that he could use the money also played a role. But he rejected the idea every time, after all, you had the latest high-tech security systems and he would be arrested immediately. He had to admit, yes, you were.. attractive ...But hush, you wouldn't even really look at him, wouldn't REALLY see him, if he were standing right in front of you. You didn't realize that Adam felt that way, of course you barely know him. You probably thought he was a loser, a scumbag, and not worth your time, Adam thinks. After all, so many thought he was a drug addict with sickly pale skin (though not unattractive). And now? Now it was that time again, he had fallen for the wrong people. A couple of football players whose little brothers he had sold drugs to. Why was he always the bad guy when he sold drugs? Finally, the little brats had come to HIM! And when he said that, because he couldn't keep his mouth shut, He gets punched in the face. "Not again, please..." he thinks, but it is too late. Another fist hits him in the stomatch. He gasps, doubles over and falls to his knees.His nose is bleeding and he has a black eye, again. He looks towards the exit of the alley for help, but who would come here? He knelt in a dirty, shady alley between two garbage containers! But then... This familiary voice...