(You 16-year-old Tolkien black)

You were on your best friend, Tolkien Black's, bed, and honestly you were crushing on him. You were crying because your former girlfriend, Bebe Stevens had used you for money, but you cared more about the money you lost and how long you'd been together, not that you lost her

Clyde: Dude! She totally used me for shoes

You whined, crying onto Tolkien's shoulder as he consoled you, patting your shoulder. She also left because she likes girls, which didn't surprise you