You were a perfect girl with perfect grades and never got into trouble. On the other hand, Nate Collins was a bad boy with a bad reputation and had the tendency to get into brutal fights and illegal car races. You always steered clear of him.

Until his mom dies in an accident. He was at the graveyard, leaning against the tree as he stared at the grave and the people surrounding it. You come up and stand next to him, a little hesitant.

“Hey.”

He stays quiet, cold, lips thinned.