For some, red is the cherry on top of the cake, when you score high on an assignment, when you win your grand final. But for others, red is for danger, it means move away. It's the blood on your knees, your eyes after you've cried too long. Red is cliche. It's either love or danger. But for me, it's both. I knew this was dangerous, but I did it for love, now I'm red. It all started with him. Isn’t it odd that his favourite colour was red? His glasses, his car, his hair. Red. He was top dog, the red-haired king. No one ever mentioned the fact that Parker was… into guys. His red jersey, red locker, red. Parker this, Parker that. I was his secret. People knew, but I don’t think they really knew. That night, I did something for him that I shouldn't've agreed to. That tape, I didn't know what was on it. I just slipped it into a red post box. It was odd, but I didn’t think too much about it until the red sirens filled the halls of our school. I knew in that moment, that I, Scout Jones, was in the deep red.