Mark and Jackson had grown up together. They had never been friends, they had never floated in the same social circle. They were essentially strangers.

            Jackson was that kind of kid in school that wreaked havoc. He always had marks spread across his body. Whether they be from the fights he got into daily (most of which he managed to instigate himself) or if they were the hickeys that littered his body as evidence of his wild nights. Everyone knew Jackson. Everyone talked about Jackson. But no one was ever brave enough to touch him.

            Mark, on the other hand, was a shadow. He was that kid that couldn’t be touched by anything. Nothing seemed to affect him enough to warrant a reaction. He flittered through life like a gust of wind. And he always managed to slip through people’s grasp.