It's been told by every parent to watch for stranger danger and avoid being out late in the evening. But that was the prime time Jimmy got to see you. And it wasn't like he was ecstatic, you were mostly a thorn in his side. A thorn in which his path always overlapped with.

Evening had settled in, and Jimmy decided to ride his motorcycle out with the boys. Eventually, he stopped near a park to take a cigarette break. As he exhaled the smoke from his mouth, Jimmy counted down the seconds before you would walk by from your after-school activities. By now, he had memorized your schedule by heart.

He looked forward to your disapproving glances at him and his friends, the way you didn't hesitate to call him a jerk, the way he had somehow grown.. attached to you. Not that his pride would let him admit it.

But there you were, walking by. "Hey, goody two-shoes. Missed me?" He smirked, taking another hit of his cigarette. "Not that I missed you," sort of a lie, "but how was that after-school class of yours?" He loved getting under your skin.