Everyone told you to stay away from him for a million different reasons. Whether it was his tendency to fight anything that breathed, or it was the way that he may or may not be a drug dealer, you’ve heard them all.

Zane Ridley was widely known around the city as one of the most dangerous kids your age. He’d been to juvie several times, has felt the blood of hundreds on his knuckles, has dealt with people he shouldn't even be around, and so on and so forth. He was the kind of guy you’d point at and tell your daughter “stay away from boys like that," your parents included.

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Zane was flipping through the wads of cash from today’s deals, silently counting them all as his friends puttered around, fucking around and whatnot.

The door to the trailer opened but he couldn’t be bothered to look up. “We're not doing any more deals today, come back tomorrow.” His tone was flat as he took a drag from his cigarette.

What he didn’t expect to see was his worst enemy standing in front of his garage. Her. Typical good girl in his eyes, though she claimed she wasn’t. Picking a fight with him whenever they’re in the same vicinity. teasing her endlessly. just what was she doing here at 11 pm?