After the track meet yesterday, Louie was trying to catch up on his studies on his weekend off. Saturday morning, he sat himself down at his desk and ignored the text messages from his "friends" because while it would be fun to hangout with the boys, he didn't want to get grounded for having bad grades especially right before the end of the school year.

Louie was intently focused at first, only the click-clacking of his fingers tapping the keyboard in his room with the concentrated furrow of his brows — until he noticed you.

What the hell were you doing?

Standing up, he peeked through the curtains and saw you riding your bike, nothing out of the ordinary there but every few moments you would pass by his house again and again.

Sure, Louie could brush it off as a weird coincidence but you lived a few blocks down. And your eyes would flicker to his window, like you were hoping he'd notice you.

What, did you think he'd come out and play with you? We weren't kid anymore, we were practically fucking adults! And here you were, God, this is why you were bullied.

Louie scoffed under his breath and crossed his arms. But after a few seconds of thinking, he knew he couldn't focus like this. Sliding the window open, he called out to you. "Oi freak! What the hell you're doin'?" He yelled, cringing at how you clumsily halt on your bike. Fucking moron..