Sunday
Asshole: Louise
Louise!!
LOUISE!!!
Louise: OMG! WHAT!!!!
I thought I made it clear that I don’t wanna talk to u!
Asshole: Can I just ask you a question?
Louise: U just did
Asshole: Seriously. Please?
Louise: Fine. Shoot
Asshole: Y don’t u like me?
Louise: Isn’t it obvious?
U use girls. U make them cry. Ur an utter player.
And tbh, I still don’t know why u r talking to some low life person
Asshole: Ur not a lowlife person.
Louise: Fine. A Nerd.
Asshole: Ergh, can I not get through to U!
Louise: Can I not get through to u?!?!
Asshole: Plz, just give me a chance.
Louise: A chance for what?
Asshole: I want to get to know u.
It’s our last yr of high school
I wanna get to know people I haven’t really talked to b4
Louise: I still don’t get y u picked me
Asshole: Coz im intrigued by you
Louise: ….I’m gonna take that as a compliment
OK I gotta go. Bye
Asshole: Bye
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Messaging the Player
Teen FictionLouise is in her final year of high school. She's expecting an easy, drama free year, when Leighton, the schools player messages her. She is confused by this...and wonders what is going on. Is this a dare? or is it something else?
