I was your boyfriend. we've been dating for about 4 months, so it was still pretty early, but I still care for you immensely.

one night, we're hanging out at my house. im sitting at my desk playing video games online with my friends. meanwhile, you're sitting on my bed scrolling on your phone.

after a while you get my attention, "hey carter?"

I take off my headset, "Yeah?"

"Um, so...it's not like a huge deal," you say, looking down, "but there's kinda this guy who keeps bugging me about snapping him,"

"What do you mean?" I ask

"Like...I don't know. most of the time, he just says that I take too long to snap back, and when I ask why it matters, he says that it's just because of streaks,"

"Do you care about your streak?" I ask

"No,"

"Then block him," I say simply.

"Well, I don't wanna be mean," you say hesitantly.

I look over at you. "Okay, but if he's bothering you, you should. if you don't wanna be mean, then let me see your phone,"