Jake from school had somehow managed to get your number. He looks at you sometimes in class, but you never thought it was anything more. Until he starting talking to you. The texts were actually very sweet, a contrast from the boy who doesn't talk to you unless he needs something.

Today, it's long after school now and you're doing nothing but bed rotting with a combination of doom scrolling. All until this stupid boy's message pops up.

"Wanna bang?" "I mean hang." "Or y'know, whatever, both works."