Love found deep in a computer

I'm Shakespeare.

"Goodmorning doll!" Opal squealed.
Opal was my best friend. Opal lived down the street in my paper town neighborhood and we had been best friends since second grade.
"Goodmorning Satan." I said with a chuckle.

"Ha ha, laugh all you want! But here comes lover boy, better fix yourself girl."

"Ugh you've got to be kidding me right? Dallas? Such a disgusting animal." My eyes rolled back.

Dallas was our school's ermmmm, let's just say player. He was an utter douche bag and nobody liked him. He went for the young new freshman and broke their innocent hearts. But ya know, like any normal Junior, I pretended to hate him, while in fact, we used to be best friends when we were little kids.

I fixed my flannel as Dallas walked by. His blonde, swift, golden hair was held up by the tar substance, he called, gel. Dallas was six foot five, and seemed very dominating.

"Hey sweet cheeks." He said as he winked at me.

"Ugh, as if, lover boy." Chuckling.

Dallas walked down the hall as he grabbed some freshies tiny ass. God I hated him.

"Hello ladies." Jason said as he wrapped his arms around Opal.

Jason an Opal were the cutest couple I had ever seen, plus they were both my best friends.

"So guysssss, I'm possibly going to be getting a new computer! How exciting is that?" I gleamed with excitement.

"Jesus, you're so attached to that damn computer." Opal laughed.

"Maybe you should just marry it." Jason said as he stuck out his pink tongue.

"Jason, nobody has used that line since like 4th grade, c'mon now, step up your game, you're making me look bad here."

"Ouch, that one left a mark." Jason rubbed his arm.

I seriously loved my friends. But I loved my computer the most, so I really needed it.

Because I didn't have my computer to post on to, I swiped my phone out of my pocket to check wattpad.

"That's what I'm talking about!" I muttered to myself.
My book had just reached 1 million views; I always had a sweet spot for literature. I was basically the next Shakespeare. I was scrolling through my notifications when I saw an unfamiliar message. XxprevailingpoetxX, wants to send you a message?
I slid my finger over my screen and clicked accept. The message read, "You're a very cheesy poet, and I'm pretty sure you know it.". Oh my lord, if that line wasn't cheesy enough! I quickly thought of a reply.
"You're cheesier than Wisconsin." God I was horrible. Ding, sounded my phone, he responded back again...what?
"But your poetry and writing is almost vile, it makes me want to throw up inside."
Why was he being so rude all the sudden? We were completely fine just like .3 seconds ago?
"Hmmm, rude." I tapped as I pressed down on the screen.

"Only rude if you want me to be sugar ;)"

"Rudeness is not flattering, and I'm not your "sugar"." I smirked, I was a witty little shit.

"Okay Sutton."

How did he know my name?