As I ran out to the tennis court a few moments later, I had to pass the open boudoir window, and was unable to help overhearing the following scrap of dialogue. 
I heard some of the dialogue because I have to pass the boudoir window to leave the tennis court.
As I passed by the boudoir window, I purposefully stopped so I could listen to the dialogue.
People do not care for themselves at all.
A man is outside.
I know some people feel guilty.
I did not have any control of the thing.
Three people are talking.
I took my bike to class so that's that.