Texting Lucas ; l. Hemmings

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Asshole: Good morning Krysy!
Message not delivered

Asshole: Why am I blocked?
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Asshole: What did I do?
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Asshole: Correction; what DIDN'T I do??
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Asshole: Krystina I'm sorry!!
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Asshole: Whatever it was that made you block me, I'm sorry I really am
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-:-

After realizing that she still won't unblock I decided that I had to do what I had to do, grab a piece of paper and a pen.

"Hey man, what are you doing?" I heard Michael's say as he walked up.

"I'm writing a note for someone," I say still writing on the piece of paper not even daring to look up at him.

"To who?" He asked, I sighed if I didn't tell him he was going to make Ashton talk me out on who I'm writing this for.

"You know Krystina Martin?" I asked.

"Yeah what about her?"

"The note is for her." I say.

"Luke why the hell are you chasing after her, you know she still hates you." Michael explained to me.

Sadly yes I still can't believe she hates me for what I did, I don't think she'll ever want to forgive me...

"I know she does, but doesn't mean I won't keep trying." I said as I finished and folded the note.

"What's her locker!?" I asked Michael, practically yelled causing everyone to look at me like I was crazy, but they decided to mind their own business.

"This is a horrible thing you're doing mate, just forget about her." Michael said patting me on the shoulder and walking away.

No, I'm not giving up...at least not on her.