We were dating and we were at school. You would always come late to class and the teacher would always get mad. I would always get straight A's and I was a good student unlike you. Every time you got in trouble I would get mad at you. It was Friday and once again you were late to class.

Mr. Johnson: "You're late again just go take a seat and hurry up please."

Sunday: "You gotta stop being late (your name) cause or else i'm going to stop talking to you."