https://youtu.be/5JtoVMpzcd4

Author note - there are some chapters and writing missing because I wanted to shorten the start of this book. You tell Quinton what you overheard at the break in and he puts the pieces together who broke in. Angel is a guy he knows of at his high school in North Carolina [at time of this chapter he was still in H.S. in N.C before he moved into SWAY house and took online courses year 2020]

Your room and his is connected by a bathroom in the middle. The doors is left open.

"Naw, man I can't come this weekend to LA. I am doing something for my mom" you hear him on the phone.

He laughs a little before saying "something like that"

You flip a page fiercely as it whips the air with a snap. You don't like to be considered doing something for his mom.

After a few hours of studying to catch up with your new private music school your mind begins to drift. After typing up Quinton's name in search you find his Tik Tok account. You hard swallow at 4.2 million views on a 15 second video of him looking into his phone.

You nearly jump as you look up from him on your computer screen to him standing at your door.

"You hungry?" he asks.

"Yeah I could eat" you answer. 

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Quinton reverses his expensive $60k black Jag F type sports car out of  the garage.  

"Whose car is this?" you ask astonished. 

"It's mine" he answers.    

You look out the window at the wet houses and manicured lawns of his neighborhood.  The grey skies threaten to unleash more rain as the daylight turns dark.

"What type of music do you like?" he asks.

"Anything" you answer.

You watch him navigate over the radio on his light up dashboard. As he turns on his satellite you notice his knuckles are bruised.

"Hey did you go out?" you ask averting your eyes from his hand to his eyes.

"Yeah, I had to go get my stuff from Angel" he glances at you for a second with a do-not-worry- about-it look. You did not press for more details.

Rock music screamed raucous from the speakers as he accelerates entering the freeway. The expensive coup slices easy through the wet fast lane. Despite the perilous roadway  he has complete control.

You feel freedom as the lights of the city beside the interstate speed by and your ears ring. You watch him shift the gear with his hand as his car engine roars. Drivers get out of the way as it slides across lanes to the exit ramp. When he slows his ride your heart is beating wild as you pull your hair off your neck into a quick messy bun.

He switches the track to a deep bass track and slow drives up to a wall with some guys standing under a long neon blue light.

"What's up?" he daps a guy that comes over and leans in looking at you and back to him. 

"Yeah that  Angel is inside" he tells Quinton "he's kind of messed up bad"

"Give a damn" Quinton answers uninterested.

This is starting to feel like a date night as he opens the door for you. You weren't really expecting to go anywhere as you stand up pulling at your hoodie and twisting your hair down from the bun.

Inside your eyes adjust to the darkness as he escorts you past girls that look at you with scrutiny. Quinton approaches a small crowd of guys watching a dimly lit pool table. A cloud of colored vape from a guy breathes into the darkness and lingers in a neon lit cloud.