unknown number [h.s.]

day nineteen

xix.

10: 04 a.m.

Hater: Thanks a lot jack-ass, you got my phone taken away

Me: You threatened the block button

Hater: You kept calling me Dorothea

Me: *sighing*

Me: ^ that means I am now sighing aloud

Hater: I kinda got that

Me: *sighing*

Me: Soo tell me about this Harry guy

Hater: Why?

Me: *shrugging*

Me: You two seem to have had an intriguing relationship

Hater: Not really.

Me: Well talk about it.

Hater: Why

Me: Because it’s good for you to vent Thea.

Hater: I’ve barely said anything to him since the ninth grade.

Me: I AM BORED

Hater: ALRIGHT

Hater: I met him at orientation in the sixth grade.

Me: Uh huh proceed

Hater: I was jealous that he could open his locker faster than me, I told him and for the rest of the year we hated each other

Me: Really now?

Hater: Yea, but it was until the eighth grade that I found out he had a crush on me

Me: Did you like him?

Hater: Shamefully, yes I did.

Me: Do you still?

Hater: I did—past tense

Hater: Anyways in the seventh grade he dated my (now) best friend and they were the most in love middle school couple I’d ever seen

Me: Who is she?

Hater: Cassie Lewis

Hater: You know her?

Me: Maybe if I see her.

Hater: Yea well anyways, when high school came around, we had a class together. We were best friends but he started dating a bunch of other girls for short periods of time. I just thought it was because he knew he’d never get Cassie back, and couldn’t be alone.

Me: Maybe he just didn’t want to admit that he had feelings for you.

Hater: HAHAHA

Hater: You’re really funny did you know that?

Me: I’ve been told on some very rare occasions.

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