Saturday April 15
2:31am"Hello?"
"... I- ... He just- oh my goodness-"
"Jesus, why are your crying? Did someone die or something?"
"He's horrible and h-he did it a-again-"
"Cameron did not, did he?"
"Y-yes he did. It's all my fault, Darth. A-all he wanted to d-do was make-e out a-and have s-sex bu-but I didn't l-let hi-him-"
"It's not your fault, it will never be your fault. I know I should be rubbing it in your face and saying I told you so, but I swear I will kill him-"
"No! P-please don't. Z-Zach is already on I-it and I r-really want to t-talk to s-someone. Please d-don't go."
"... Ugh, fine but tomorrow he's a dead man. Talk to me, Brooklyn."
"It h-hurts more because h-he cheated with C-Corey. Corey! S-she called a while ago t-to tell me she w-was sorry. S-she is the b-biggest whore-"
"I might have to break my vow to never hit a girl. You mean your best friend? That bitch."
"Can y-you come over? P-please Darth, I really, really, r-really need you now."
"... I want to see you too, but If you knew who I was you'd hate me."
"I-I really doubt that. Just t-tell me who you are."
"Sorry Brooklyn. I want to but I can't."
"Darth, I don't care who you are- oh, I have to go. Zach's back."
"Okay. Don't cry over a dumbass like that."
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