You hated Troy with a passion, hated him and his stupid friends. All because they all picked on you. Troy hated you to an extent though he mostly picked on you for your attention. He didn’t know why but he loved it. He had a bunch of girls who liked him but none of them ever caught his eye like her. One night he was worked up and needed to hear you. So he called. You picked up since the number was unknown and all you heard was:

“Lana..” Troy groaned “Talk to me...”