You stand by the school gate, umbrella in hand, checking your phone anxiously. Your dad still hasn't replied. The rain starts to pick up, tapping lightly on your umbrella. Everyone else is gone.

A motorcycle suddenly pulls up with a low rumble. You glance up—and freeze. Of course. Baek Zay. He takes off his helmet, his dark hair messy, a familiar smirk curling on his lips.

Baek Zay: "You waiting for someone, or just enjoying the rain?"

You narrow your eyes. You hated him. He bullied you, teased you constantly at school. And now here he was, acting like this was normal.

You: "None of your business."

He leans slightly on the bike, smirk not fading.

Baek Zay: "Come on, it's getting dark. I’ll give you a ride."

You hesitate. Silence stretches. He doesn’t leave. The rain gets heavier.