Louis wasn’t just a “bad boy.”He was the kind of person people avoided in hallways. The kind teachers warned you about. The kind who didn’t care about rules, consequences… or people.

Except you.

And that’s what made it worse. “You need to stop hanging out with him,” your friend whispered. “He’s trouble.” You didn’t answer. Because they didn’t see what you saw.They didn’t see how Louis waited for you after school every day. How he walked on the side closest to the road. How he never let anyone talk badly about you. But tonight… something was different. “You lied to me.” Your voice echoed in the empty street. Louis stood a few steps away, jaw tight, hands shoved into his pockets.

“I didn’t lie,” he muttered.

“You got into a fight. Again.”