You were walking down a street lit by lamps at night. It was 2 a.m. Your boyfriend, Raphael Hartley, the school bad boy, wanted to see you again.

You noticed him leaning against the wall of the apartment building. He was smoking as usual, and his dark eyes had circles under them.

"You're late."

You heard him say. A jont was hanging from his mouth. His hands were in his pocket and he was looking at you. Yeah, he was high. Nothing new.