"Corbyn say hi to my snapchat." I smiled.
"He's in a bad mood." Zach sighed.
"Why? What have I done?" I asked.
"Zach asked you out on a date." Corbyn glared at Zach.
"Yeah-,"
"I wasn't finished ass hat." Corbyn spat at Zach.
"Oh god, not that nickname again." Zach sighed. Corbyn rambled on about how he loves me more and Zach buried his face in his hands, spite his frustration.
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