That Awkward Moment

When I was in 5th grade I had a boyfriend. His name was Tim and we were the perfect couple. That’s what all our friends told us. But in fact it was the weirdest and most ricolous thing that ever happened to be called a relationship. We were 10 years old and didn’t even look at each other when we accidentally happened to be near each other. In that age, boys are stupid and disgusting and I wouldn't even talk to them. Not even Tim, who thought girls where stupid and disgusting and he wouldn’t even talk o them. Not eve me.
So our great perfect relationship was based on texting on the weekends. “h my good, Inki texted a boy. And he even texted back,  she MUST be his girlfriend. There’s no way she’s not.”
That meant we were officially together, while we kept ignoring each other. Sometimes we actually communicated. He would tell his friend, who would tell my friend, who would tell me “He, Inki! Tim said :Hi!” Wow, my own boyfriend said hi to me. Over 3 people. I was truly excited every time that happened, but it doesn't matter to the major awkward moment of my young life.
It was a nice summer day and I went to school by bike like everyday. Tim and I got out from school at the same time. His friends took the train and buses, while my friend still had school, so we both were alone. That was bad. So I stared at the ground and walked by ,hoping he wouldn’t say anything horribly awkward like “Hi!”. He unlocked his bike and headed home. The Problem was, that we are almost neighbours, so our route was exactly the same. The other thing is, that he rides his bike as slow as possible. He still does that today, 6 years later and it drives me crazy every single time we go anywhere together. Anyways, back than it was even a bigger Problem, because after a couple minutes I saw his back 20m in front of me. I hoped he wouldn’t notice me and tried to keep the distance, what really wasn’t that easy. Did you ever ride so slow, that you almost fall off your bike? It’s not fun at all. But somehow he figured out, that I was there. Maybe it was my old bike’s fault, that made sounds, that would awake a deaf grandpa. when Tim was at the traffic lights he turned around, hit the traffic light and fell from his bike. Than he just sat there and starred at me. I came near pretty fast and had to decide what to do. It was impossible to stop and ask if he was ok, because he was a boy. Maybe I could just drive by and smile or something. A nice gesture. But before I had decided what to do I already drove by him laughing spitefully. After I passed him I was shocked about myself and pictured him sitting behind me, trying to figure out, why I was so mean to him. I felt really bad, but could't stop laughing.
The next day I figured out that he had broken his wrist and he had told all his friends what a horrible Person I was.
Now, that we are friends he still blames me for being the worst person in the world, although I apologized a million times after.