After I got home, (Enduring many more Gayliner jokes)- I jumped onto my bedspread, pulling out my phone and getting onto Facebook, settling in for a good stalk, I typed in Cammie Hunter.
It took me a second to get past her profile picture; which only kind of looked like the girl I saw in the hall, but couldn't be anyone else.
Then I read her posts.
BOOOOOOORED.
I scrolled on.
If I had a dollar for every dollar I had- I would have zero dollars. #Broke.
I winced at the hashtag, but smiled.
Severely lacking in friends. Please donate to my cause @ -
And it said a number. I thought about texting her, but decided that it would max my creep metre for the month.
Then, gathering my courage and herding my heartbeats to a little heartbeat cage in some desolate place, I pressed the 'Friend' button.
Please don't think I'm weird. I thought.
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