My mother and father are recently separated. Naturally everyone felt it would be best that I live with Mom since it would help keep me shielded from Dad's business. As if I'm not aware that my own father is part of the drug trade in White Pine Bay. Everyone thinks I'm completely and utterly naïve.

Anyways, he's a bit of a workaholic so I don't get to spend very much quality time with him. One seemingly normal Saturday morning, Mom suggested I take a little time this weekend to see Dad, I jump at the opportunity to bring lunch to him at work. It would be a lie if I said that I had no ulterior motive for visiting Dad. This would be the perfect opportunity to possibly see Dylan. I mean, he did work for Dad, so theoretically he could be there at the warehouse. Even if he wasn't there, I could try to find out more about him somehow. My crush was growing into this pathetic desperation to find some reason to get close to him. Any reason.

When I pulled up to the gate surrounding the compound of warehouses and one lonely office building in my sixteenth birthday present from Dad – a pearl white Mercedes Benz – a few of my father's gun touting lackeys escorted me to a parking spot in front of the office building. My eyes lit up when I noticed Dylan's truck on the opposite end of the compound. With the bag of freshly purchased Thai food in hand, I hopped out of the car to see Dad exiting the building with Dylan. They shook hands and Dad patted him on the back.

"Hey." Dylan spoke to me. Then he quickly shuffled past to one of the warehouses, looking up at me as he passed by.

I swear to god my heart dropped. This must be a dream. Did Dylan really speak to me for the first time?