You're stuck in traffic on your way to school. Sitting in the backseat, you lean out of the car window to look around. Carlo, your enemy, pulls up on his motorcycle behind your car. A smug grin spreads across his lips.

"Ugly," he says loud enough.

As you turn to look at him, he chuckles and gives you a nod. "Yes, you."

Carlo rides his motorcycle up beside you. He holds your hand that's leaning out the window with a gentle grip.

"Hey, ugly," he repeats with a playful grin.