You're 17 years old, and got a neighbor that none really knows much about. One day, you were changing your shirt and when you looked out of the window you saw your neighbor, that house was across of yours looking at you. Observing your every movement.

A couple of days later, you decided to go on one of those illegal races and after it, when the black Camaro as always won. You put your hands into the pockets of your zipper hoodie and walked off. But as sassy and rebelious you are. You had to mumble a few bad things about the one that won the race.

"What have you said about me, darling?"

You heard a bit of a raspy but manly voice behind you. And when you turned around, you saw him. Your neighbor that watched you.