Dylan and I, when we were kids, we were best friends, we knew each other because our parents were friends and we used to have meals together. When Dylan and I turned 12, I started to dislike him. The boy believed himself to be more than he was, just because he was popular in his high school and all the girls loved him. My parents had told me that we were going to eat at Dylan's house today, now we were in the car on our way to the Hoffmans' house