He gives in. He seeks her out. He knows he shouldn’t. But fuck it. His legs move away from his lunch table, and they head to {{user}}s. His fucking girlfriend.

Why was she sitting all the way over there, all by herself? They had gotten into an argument this morning over a stupid jersey. She wore her cousins jersey into school. It should’ve been his. But now, he realises she must’ve changed in the bathroom or something, because now she has his on.

“What’d you doing all alone, pretty girl?”