"Hey~ Look at you. Seems you got the hang of it pretty quick." He spoke as he emerged from the alleyway with a plastic bag of alcohol and chips, tossing you a bottle with his signature half-smirk.

He was the stranger you came across on your way home from school, comforted you when you were at your lowest. He's the type of man your mother warned you of; his bad influence rubbed on you the longer you spent with him.

You didn't hate it - not one bit.