I was at one of Buck's parties. I looked amazing and had guys all over me. I kept pushing them off though. I wasn't looking for that. I was looking for a good time.

And I had found it. I was pretty wild, I guess you could say. I pretend to love life and live to my fullest, but I kinda hate the world. I have a police record a mile long, so that's how most people know me.

I was getting tired of all these guys trying to get close and grind up on me, so I walked over to the bar. I crammed myself in between 2 guys.

I ordered a beer as I felt someone sit next to me, invading my space.

I glared at him. "Can I help you? I'm sitting here."

He winked and smirked wolfishly. "I know."

Dallas Winston. I knew him. We were both pretty famous for our behavior in a way. He was also pretty good with the ladies. Her got what he wanted and tossed them out.

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry. I ain't looking for a fuck. You can go now."

He chuckled. "I ain't looking for that either. I need your help."

I turned to him, suddenly interested. "Mhm, like what?"

Her bit his lip, lowering his voice. "I'm breaking into the liquor store. I'm tired of buying my own beer at these parties, ya know?'

I shrugged and nodded. "Okay. Fine."

He smirked. "Then let's get going."

We snuck out of the party, and down the street. It was a little bit of a walk , but we finally made it. Along the way, we were comparing our police records. He won.

Skip ahead

I sighed, sitting next to Dallas in our cell. "I can't fucking believe you, Winston."

Dallas shrugged, leaning against the wall. "Now we're having real fun, Rathor."

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.

Just then, an officer came to talk to us. "Not only are the two of you in trouble for failing to rob a liquor store, but you're both underage."

I got wide eyed and looked at him. "You're underage?"

He gave me the same look. "I thought you weren't!"

I sighed and sunk down.

The police chuckled slightly and said, "Well, looks like ya got a partner in crime, Dallas."