I walked down the sidewalk, away from the school. It was the last day of my junior year in high school before summer break. My parents had kicked me out, my father was angry. I had spent two days in the hospital after my father saw the smashed Ferrari. Ferris's parents had let me live at their house for now. Ferris caught up with me after a few seconds.
"Hey Cameron,"He said,"What's up?"
"Just thinking,"I said,"Where's Sloane?"
"Her parents picked her up,"He said,"Walking today?"
"Car's in the shop,"I said.
"What's wrong with it,"He asked.
"Everything,"I joked.
We continued down the street.
"Hey,"A voice said.
I turned around. A man with long brown hair, maybe in his twenties, was looking at us. He wore a leather jacket, and a diamond earring in one ear.
"Us,"Ferris asked.
"Yeah you,"The man said,"Come here."
I turned to Ferris.
"You think he's gonna mug us,"I whispered.
"Dunno,"Ferris answered.
Ferris walked toward him, I kept my distance.
"I don't have any money,"Ferris warned.
"I don't want your money kid,"The man said.
"Then, what do you want,"I demanded,"Who are you?"
The man smirked.
"The name's John,"The man said,"John Bender."