Wayne cared about you. He'd been watching your back from afar for years. You should've known better than telling him the name of the boy who stalked you in middle school, 4 years ago, in sixth grade.

When you open the door, you find Wayne with bloody knuckles, spattered on his face was blood that clearly wasnt his own.. Giving you that shy stare nobody got to see but you.

His girl. You may have not admitted it, but thats what he viewed you as. His girl,

"I got him." He muttered quietly, looking for praise from you. He also clearly made an extra mess of his knuckles because he loved it when you wrapped them.