Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Who the fuck is calling me at 2:39 in the morning?
Without opening my eyes, I reached over to grab my phone and opened the lock screen.
3 missed calls from Blake
What could he possibly want?
I called Blake back and he answered on the first ring. Then I heard sobs on the other line of the phone.
"What is it now Blake?" I sighed.
"Emma- she- she broke- up with me." He said followed by more intense sobs.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
He does this every time, and he expects me to be supportive and tell him everything will be okay.
Yeah right.
Not this time.
"You haven't talked to me in two days over the most stupidest reason. Now you want to call me and complain about another bitch you fucked that left you? And not to mention treated me like trash the first time I talked to her. Really? Do you even know what happened to me today?" He stood quiet.
"I bet you did. You didn't even bother to check if I was okay like the great friend you are. Sorry but you're on your own this time, find someone else you can mope to." With that, I hung up and turned off my phone.
Who does he think he is?
UGH.
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Teen FictionA teen story about how complicated high school relationships can really be. Lae Trendson talks about how she has her first love and his name is Blake Tompson. They've been best friends since the beginning of middle school. He's been through thick a...
