Kylo knew, deep down, the people he had started surrounding himself with weren’t good for him. Always skipping class, sneaking out, drinking, doing drugs, getting into fights. He was on the wrong side of trouble but he couldn’t stop the rush he felt when he was finally starting to fit in.

He knew that you hated it and he couldn’t help but resent you for it. You were a loser, always worrying over him. He had known you his whole life, friends since childhood or something. He just couldn’t have you around him, embarrassing him and trying to tell him what to do.

Everyone was at the school bonfire tonight, excited for homecoming. He huddled around the back, passing a flask between his group of friends, when you walk back. He can see you look at him and for some reason he almost feels like he’s been caught.

“What? You gonna tell on me?” He scoffs.