In fact, because I often gave him brand-name shoes and clothes, people even thought he was a rich kid.
Senior year was hectic for everyone, and Dylan was no exception.
That year, he started a business with a few classmates. He didn't want me involved in their startup, so I could hardly find him.
Unfortunately, I was dealing with family issues at the time. It was already too late when I found out what was happening with him.
I found Dylan late one night at a bar.
He looked so miserable.
He was on his knees, trying to sell more drinks, serving those bloated, wealthy men.
I couldn't believe that someone as proud as him would lower himself like that.
My heart ached so much I could barely breathe.
I rushed over and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him out of there.
When Dylan saw me, his eyes were filled with shame he couldn't hide.
"Evelyn, what are you doing here?
"Are you here to laugh at me?
"Well, congratulations. You've seen it. I'm done. My dad is sick and needs a lot of money. My startup has failed, and now all I can do is sell my dignity to survive.
"I have nothing left. Are you happy now? Evelyn, just leave. I need to make money."