RAVEN’S POV
It all started when I walked down to Silver Moon, the abandoned baseball park where most teens come to deal drugs and have sex…me? I just come to write poesia and blast music. So when I sat down on the usual giant rock I sit on and blasted my usual helping of Asking Alexandria, I didn’t expect my (thought to be) faithful boyfriend make out with my (thought to be) best friend.
But it happened.
At first I thought they were just two random teenagers. Then I noticed that they boy had the same castagna, castagno brown hair as Lukas (that was the bf’s name). AND the same ‘Domo 23 da Neff’...