Adrenaline

I used to be good. I used to think the world was innocent. I didn't think that the things people said happen actually happened out in the world. I was so naive. I thought all to life was studying and curling your hair. I didn't think that anything could be better than that. Until that one day. My mother and father wanted to take me out to dinner because I had made good grades for second semester. My parents had left the car at a valet per usual and dinner went fine. I remember looking out the window and seeing a boy walking down the street with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was attractive. There was no doubting that. I just knew that there was no way I would ever see him again. Not because he's from a different social class but because I don't go anywhere but home or with my parents. Sure, I have friends but they often just come over to my house. I don't really know why. After dinner my family ran into some old friends of theirs. I remember hearing my mother ask me to get the car from the valet. I did as told and stood outside the podium like a good child while the man went to get it. He said that my father had it put in some sort of safe so it wouldn't get lost. I thought it was smart at the time. As I waited I remember wandering down the carport. The landscaping was quite nice and it fascinated me why people would spend so much time on something that would simply die off in the winter. I remember the way my heart stopped when I hear that voice. That voice that I came to know so well.
"Do you have a cigarette?" He had asked with such interest that I thought cigarette was a code name for something entirely different.
"No, I'm sorry." I say while smiling up at the boy who I had just seen from the window.
"Alright." He says but stands staring at me.
"Don't you want to run away to your family now?" He asks while looking down at me confused.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm Dallas Winston." At that moment I knew I was in for something I can't study for.