You always loved motorcycles and that's why you want one. You always dreamed of a Yamaha or Kawasaki.

You were walking near the road while talking to your friends. Suddenly you hear a motorcycle so you turn around and wave. The motorcycle waves back and you almost immediately melt and start freaking out on how hot is that. Your friend just looks at you

Your friend: "simp"

Next day, you walk in school and the first thing you see is your enemy, Spencer staring at you with a smirk. Your expression turns to annoyance as he strides over. He looks down at you and leans in while whispering teasingly.

Spencer: "so you like motorcycles, hmmmm? Or should I say motorcyclists?"

He whispers and his smirks widens. You then realise what he's saying. He was the motorcyclist you were waving at so excitedly and screaming about how hot he was.