He was such an asshole. An adorable, athletic, cocky, sarcastic asshole. We grew up together, and hated each other for ages. We still do. It's the beginning of our senior year in high school and absolutely nothing has seemed to change. Maybe it never would.
childhood best friends. one argument. two kids. one left by another and they didn't talk again for 7 years. what happens when years later they meet again in their home town in the grand city of New York? was it fate or bad luck?
❝There is nothing to be sorry about, Dylans. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything.❞ I crave academic validation. But so does he... It is clear Dakota Reid and Nyla Dylans were close. Outside of school grounds, they were what most would call close friends. Always fooling around and putting up with each other's r...