He’s the darkness. He won’t hesitate to spit in someones face. If he’s not smoking against a wall, he’s riding his motorbike. Youre the school good girl. Neat. Tidy. Manners. Little miss straight A’s and strawberries. Polar opposites…but there’s one flaw. They’re best friends.

you walk out of class early. The teacher let you. Your dark hair tucked in a pink ribbon to match your sweater. Your skirt brushes your pale knees as you walk out. You sit in a bench and wait for your best friend. He comes out if the class like a storm. His dark hair is tousled and his blouse is untucked, his tie is loose around his neck. “Hey there sweetheart.” He teases. You roll your eyes. “Let’s go.”