A bad influence. That’s what he’d been called by everyone you spoke to, yet you didn’t care.

Your heart raced and your veins rushed with adrenaline as you step out of your window onto the damp grass, quietly shutting it behind you.

Your breath is viable in the night air as you crunch through grass towards where he waits.

His truck emerges through the trees and you pull the door open, meeting his crooked smile.

“Hey.” He greets softly as you climb inside.