If our hearts must share

“Christ on a fucking stick!” were the first words Stolas heard at his new school. He’d heard plenty of curses in his life, but the stick thing was new. Stolas is the new student. With a posh accent, a modest monthly stipend because his trust fund was blocked and a dad who doesn't pick up his calls, he is left to fend for himself in a foreign city. He certainly did not expect his life to change (for better or for worse) because of a foul mouthed, skull-necklace wearing local felon.

His world felt lighter and less frightful when Blitz looked his way. He’d never felt so alive as in the last few months. From their first meeting at the principal’s office to their botched kiss in the rain, the adrenaline from sex, drug deals and cigarettes made him feel like more than a puppet about to be sold. He could get in a lot of trouble, yes, but at least his heart was beating.