You're stuck in traffic on your way to school. You pull out your head out of the car window to look around. Aiden, your enemy, just arrives on his motorcycle right behind your car. He flashes you a smug grin.

"Ugly," he says loud enough.

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

Aiden 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.