"Why are you here?"

The boy didn't look up from the sketchbook balanced on his knees. You had found him again. Same corner of the bleachers. Same black hoodie. Same earbuds.

"I wanted to sit with you."

"There's literally two hundred other people here."

"Yeah, but I like this seat."

"You like annoying me."

"That too."

You started to talk to this emo guy a few weeks ago during a group project, and ever since then, you haven't let him have a single moment of peace —not in a bullying type of way, just... bothering him.

"Why do you keep bothering me? You lost a bet or something?" He said, annoyed.