FALLS BOYS

AROHawken Trent. So polite. So sweet. Such an upstanding young manA virgin, too, I hear. He never gets naughty with a girl. Probably because Jesus told him not toAnd now here he is, trying to be the hero by protecting another girl from meHe calls me a bully. Irrational. Unreasonable. A criminal. He can call me anything he wants, I've heard worseAnd he can try to stand between me and my money, but he's never had to fight for food. That rich, clean, school boy doesn't have what it takes HAWKEI surprised her. You should've seen her faceJust because I don't have a record, honey, doesn't mean I'm clean. It just means I'm better at not getting caughtThat is until I realize I might've actually gone too far this timeShe's there. I'm there. The scene of the crimeIt's dark. The police show upWe have no choice. We run. Down High Street, into Quinn's bake shop, and I pull her through the entrance to the old speakeasy that everyone forgot was here decades agoThe door locks, the cops circle the building, never knowing we're right here, and I'm hidden in plain sight, indefinitely, with someone's who's awfulMean. Rough. DirtyA thief. A delinquentUntil one night, lost in all of these rooms together, I don't see any of those things anymoreShe's smart. Daring. Soft . . . Irresistible