perilous

I knew him.

This boy, Luke, I've seen him more times than I can count, lurking in the shadows around Greenwich. Now, Greenwich was a cute little complex, so I was the only that was...different. I dressed different, talked different. Acted different.

I wasn't your average, middle class citizen. Oh no, in everyone else's eyes, I was a lower class blemish on this cute little place. And I loved every second of it. Every priceless face as they find spray paint on their door. It was hilarious.

I look back at Luke, his hands shoved in the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

"God damn." I say walking back to his spot. "You walk so slow!"

His cheeks flush a dark shade of pink.

"Sorry."

I laugh.

"You're also really awkward."

His cheeks tint darker, and he looks down.

I take his had from his pocket, and his eyes instantly shoot up to meet mine.

"Sorry, but I'm not leaving you behind in the bad streets of New York."

He blinks.

"You wouldn't believe how many times I've been down here." He says, the use of so many words slightly taking me by surprise.

"I don't care."

I walk through g...