Alistair

"Are you okay?" Matt asked, glancing at me for second before turning his attention back to the road. 

The words came as a shock to me because no one except Bugs and Crissy had said those tender words to me, let alone a guy I barely knew. 

I flinched, realizing he was waiting for an answer.

"I had a late night," I mumbled, turning away from him to stare at the dull houses rushing by.

"Oh," Is all he said. 

An awkward silence filled the car, neither of us saying a word. 

Raindrops splattered on the windshield and Matt frowned, turning on the windshield wipers.

"What?" I asked softly, seeing the expression on his face.

"I hate the rain," He answered, his frown deepening. 

"What? Why? The rain is great!" I said, perking up at his comment. 

"Do you enjoy being sopping wet with a potential risk of being struck by lightning?" He asked, glancing at me through the corner of his eye.

"It's not that unpleasant, it's relaxing," I snorted at his comment. crossing my arms.

"You really are weird," He mumbled, pulling into a driveway of a house that seemed like it should belong in Malibu. 

The house was at least three stories and had several windows and arches. The place itself gave me an old vibe.

"Is this one of the older houses?" I asked, shutting the car door. 

"Yeah, it was the first built on this block." Matt said, locking his car, leading me to the front door. 

I rolled my eyes internally, thinking he was just another rich kid living life in a bubble.

Turns out he was waaay more messed up than that.