"Kyle!" I screamed when I first saw him.
"What the fuck do you want," asked Kyle.
"I want you to tell me why the fuck you would write such a stupid ass message."
"Bruh, calm down it was a joke."
"You practically almost made me cry dick."
"Okay."
"This is not fucking the fault in our stars, even though I love that movie."
"Sorry," Kyle said sarcastically.
"No your not. If you ever do anything like that again, I will ki-"
Just as I was finishing my sentence, Angeles came and effing interrupted me.
"Hey baby boo Kyle," she said kissing Kyle.
"Hey sweetheart," Kyle replied.
"Get a room," I blurted out.
Shit. I wasn't trying to say that.
"Your just jealous that I have a boyfriend," shouted Angeles.
"And your just jealous because my boobs are real and not fake like yours," I said. "And you look like you got run over by a train car. So don't even try to be fake anymore, because nobody believes it."
Angeles was stunned by my comment. I was also shocked. I guess she just needed to know the truth.
