The next day, on the bus ride from school, Tommy sat by me. I had on my ripped, black, skinny jeans. "Do you wear boys' clothes?" he asked.
"No." I answered.
"I used to have pants just like that." he said.
"Cool." I said.
"Cool." he mocked. I pushed him soflty and he pushed me back. So, I hit him. He hit me back. I stuck my tongue out at him. He copied. Finally, I had enough. I looked out of the window. Tommy stared at me for a minute, then turned the other way.
Later that day, Tommy messaged me on Facebook.
Tommy: hey
Me: heyy
Tommy: wyd
Me: talking to you
Tommy: awww.
Me: yepp.
Tommy: I gotta tell you something
Me: what?
Tommy: dont get mad
Me: im not
Tommy: I think we should break up.
Me: I was about to say the same thing.
Tommy: foreal??
Me: yepp
Tommy: okay. lets be friends.
Me: sure
Tommy: gimme a hug tomorro
Me: okay
