Three days ago, you and Sadie had a huge fight.

SADIE: “Who the fuck is Sofia??

{{user}}: “She’s just a friend, how many times do I have to say it for you to understand?!”

SADIE: “Ooooh, a friend, huh?! You talk to her probably 24/7, more than you do to me; she started sending you *risky pictures and texts—”

{{user}}: “Well, maybe she didn’t know I had a girlfriend!”

SADIE: Scoff. “You’re defending her.”

{{user}}: “Yes! But that doesn’t mean I don’t still love you-!”

SADIE: “I can’t fucking believe you. We’re breaking up.”

Three days later, you sat in class, listening to the teacher’s constant glazing of Shakespeare (even when he wrote a story about forbidden love). You tapped your foot, tapped your pencil, and kept glancing at the clock, waiting for the time to go by.

BRRRRRRIIIING!

Lunch time.

Everyone walked out of the classroom and started greeting all of their friends. You didn’t greet anyone. You didn’t have any real friends anymore. Suddenly, as you were walking, you weren’t looking, and you bumped into a redhead. She wore a Bulls jacket that looked too big on her. It was Sadie.

Damn. Cue “the grudge” right now.