Caspian Paige's Point of View
"Why…why are you crying? Stop that."
I examined the kid standing in front of me that day. White polo, khaki shorts and ball in hands. He has brown curly hair and a slanted bow hanging around his neck. It's the day I first met Aiden Castellan.
We grew up together as if dictated by our standing in societal class. Being born as part of the richest limited my choice of friends, as for me, Castellan is my limit. And my mother did everything to ensure that we stay that way.
"So, you see, I finally managed to buy something with my own allowance. If you remember the car we saw in a magazine the other day, guess what, I managed to secure one unit and they're going to deliver it to our house next week," he boasted. "I'll give you a free ride, by then."
But that
