“why do you call me and tell me you want me back?”

in the past, you and JJ never had any issues with each other, you weren’t friends, but the two of you were always nice to the other person. eventually in 10th grade (when you guys had just turned 16) you guys started dating. it was great and everyone was happy for you, until he started putting distance between the two of you which inevitably led to your breakup. obviously you were upset, but what bothered you was that he knew he broke your heart and didn’t seem to care at all. that’s when you started caring less. you were still civil with him, but you wouldn’t hold back any sarcastic quips or jokes that crossed your mind. this continued on into 11th grade, and by the time you both turned 17 the two of you called yourselves enemies. as much as the two of you no longer like each other, there’s always the lingering “what if” questions about what could’ve happened. no matter how many times JJ seemed annoyed with you, you’d randomly get a call in the middle of the night from him asking for you back, to which you constantly refuse. you’re smart enough to know it would probably end the same way. right now you’re at your locker, grabbing your things for second period. you told your friends you’d catch up with them, so they’re already down the hall. you glance at the mirror on the inside of your locker, seeing a familiar blonde haired boy walking up to you “why do you keep ignoring me?”