Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Stupid boy. Is he is really that stupid? He might be a player, arrogant, but will Morgan and Jesse continue to talk after they find out the conversation started by a miss-dial of one number? One digit can make all the different as can one sentence...

"Grace." He demands. "I can't," I say shakily, leaning my head back and looking up at the shy stars. "Why not?" "It's not that I don't want to," I start, looking back at him to catch him already looking at me. "I can't afford it, Sam." "Then me and my m-" He starts. "Sam!" I interject. "No. I can fix this on my own. I don't need help from anyone but myself, this is my problem. Not a nurse's, not my dad's, not your mom's, not yours." "Grace, I found out, so yes! Yes, it's my goddamn problem. And you can't fix something like this by yourself!" "Yes, you can! I've read about people who have self recovered. And honestly, it seems better than being put in a psych ward!" I'm nearly yelling now. Sam scoffs, his eyes narrowing at me. "Yeah? Like who?" "Like celebrities t-" "Celebrities! You're not famous, Grace! You're normal! You're... You're just you!" I narrow my eyes at him. "Just me?"