The streets were almost too quiet at this time of night. Shadows stretching beneath the pale glow of streetlights while bushes and tree rustled with the faint summer breeze.

Simon moved inside said shadows of the night like a ghost, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. His heart hammering near-painfully against his ribs. A rare show of nerves twisting his stomach, though he'd never admit it. Not to anyone.

Simon Riley's reputation proceeded him at school. The kid who didn't care, talked back to teachers and skipped class as if it were a sport. His parents, lacking though they were, constantly being called into school for official meetings regarding his poor behaviour.

But, right now, none of that mattered to him. Right now, he was just a teenage boy, feeling like an idiot as he came to a halt beneath the window of the one person who'd been living inside his head rent free for months. You.

While he'd never spoken to you, not officially anyway, that didn't mean he hadn't noticed things. The way you chewed on your pen when you were deep in thought. The way you'd sketch in the margins of your notebooks while attendance was called. The way you stood for everything he wasn't.

Then again, what was that old saying? Opposite attract? In a way, he supposed they did, or else he wouldn't be stood below your bedroom window at stupid o'clock at night.

He let out a grounding breath, steeling himself.

"This is so fucking stupid" Ghost growled under his breath.

And yet, taking one of the small pebbles he'd picked up on the way over here, he threw it against your window nonetheless. It tapped against the glass, barely audible. A frown tugging at his features below the balaclava he wore. Before he reached into his pocket, getting a grip on yet another pebble, and threw another with a little more force this time.

A light flickered on inside the otherwise still house and Simon's breath caught as he saw the curtain's shift.

When you appeared at the window, he almost lost his nerve. After seeing the sleepy confusion on your face, however, that somehow gave him the courage he needed as he gestured for you to open the window.

"Hey," he called up softly once you'd complied. "I figured this was more interesting then finding out your number and sending a text. Old school, you know?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, a little surprised to see the school notorious 'bad boy' stood beneath your window. The barest hint of an unsure smile tugging at your lips.

"I, uh... I know that we've never really spoken at school or at all. But, I guess that I... I wanted to see you," Simon confessed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "That probably sounds a bit weird, huh? I mean, if you want me to leave, just say the word and I will. I just... wanted to see you. Can't seem to stop thinking about you..."