Third-period was my only class with him. I notice he hung around a boy named Sam. I'm kind of friends with Sam. But he's kind of weird. I called Sam over and asked if M had an Instagram. "I don't think M is into all of that." Said Sam. I was pissed. "Do you like M or something?" Oh shit.
"what? No." I tried to look disgusted since he's not in my clique. "I'll go ask." I waited. I really hope he doesn't say 'that girl over there'.
Sam walked back to me. "He does. He has pretty much all of social media." YES! YES! Sam gave me a piece of paper with M's social media. I folded it up and put it in my purse where no one would find it. It had Instagram, Snapchat, and more. Although Instagram and Snapchat where all I cared about.
When I got home, after volleyball practice, I looked him up on Instagram. He had a weird username. I followed him. I liked three of his recent pictures. And I practically stopped him. He didn't have any pictures of himself. I turned on post notification.
I started getting emotional. What the hell? I haven't even met this boy. Why am I crying? This was getting weird. I went to bed thinking about him. I felt weird.
