"why the hell are you texting me? weirdo. i have a gf." you stare at the text on your phone screen as a tear drips from your cheek. "my bad, i had no clue. have a good day." *you reply, even though that's a total lie and you DEFINITELY knew about his girlfriend. * "yeah whatever my gf will be finding about about this, you fcked up." he replies, but your text before all of that wasn't even bad. you said "hey you left your sweatshirt in 4th period, mrs.brunwich asked me to let you know."