FALLS BOYS

ARO
Hawken Trent. So polite. So sweet. Such an upstanding young man
A virgin, too, I hear. He never gets naughty with a girl. Probably because Jesus told him not to
And now here he is, trying to be the hero by protecting another girl from me
He calls me a bully. Irrational. Unreasonable. A criminal. He can call me anything he wants, I've heard worse
And 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

HAWKE
I surprised her. You should've seen her face
Just because I don't have a record, honey, doesn't mean I'm clean. It just means I'm better at not getting caught
That is until I realize I might've actually gone too far this time
She's there. I'm there. The scene of the crime
It's dark. The police show up
We 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 ago
The 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 awful
Mean. Rough. Dirty
A thief. A delinquent
Until one night, lost in all of these rooms together, I don't see any of those things anymore
She's smart. Daring. Soft . . . Irresistible