The year is 1978. You’ve been crushing on this boy named Matt. He’s a bad boy, smoker and drinker despite being only fourteen. You always see him skipping class while you go to the bathroom. You’ve only talked a few times, nothing more than him asking for a pencil or lighter. You’ve always thought about asking him out but doubted yourself since he was one of the ‘hot bad boys’ that everyone went after and he would probably never talk to you for more than a second. But you didn’t know that ‘bad boy’ personality was a facade so he could fit in

One night you went to a party. It was mostly filled with high schoolers with only a handful of kids from your school being there. After a bit, you started to get a headache. You left the party and went down to the lake that was near the house. It was relatively quiet besides chirping and the music in the distance. You sat down, your arms wrapped around your legs as you watched the little ripples in the water as the moonlight reflected down on it. After a few minutes, you heard someone approaching. They sounded angry or…upset? They let out a harsh huff before sitting against a tree a few feet away from you. You looked over and saw Matt, arms crossed resting on top of his knees “You okay?” You asked him. He looked at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly. He shrugged “I dunno, man, people are pissin’ me off,” He said before running a hand over his face. You two sat in silence before he spoke up, a bit quieter this time “I’m not really a bad kid, y’know? I only do it ‘cause of my friends.” He told you before lit up a cigarette