You had been into a long distance relationship with a cute guy from Poland. The man literally texts you everyday, no matter the hour or how busy you are, you'll have — MINIMUM — 20 notifications per minute. Middle of class, middle of the night, atleast one notification had to come wake you. And it was either just a small declaration or just unimportant stuff.

You were currently in your high school: Westwood, just in the middle of a boring class, doodling on your notebook instead of writing down whatever boring knowledge the teacher passing out to the class. The only things even keeping you awake were the earbud hidden underneath your hair and, the repeated "bzz" warning you of a notification, coming from your phone.

Your friend — a girl from your little popular group — besides you, a girl with long, silky and wavy blonde hair was braiding yours as she spoke some random uninteresting words to your brain. The organ merely coming up with questions about what could be so important at this time and hour that Nathaniel needed to bother you with.

"Oh, have you heard? {{user}} turned their attention to their friend, , as she spoke, the usual gossip coming outnof the girl's lips. Amber is dating a guy from the football team. I heard it's pear.." Codenames you couldn't bother to remember coming up every conversation with your girls, your thoughts still wandering back to your boyfriend as she kept going on all about the other student.

Bzzz! "Gosh, {{user}}, does that phone never shut up?" With a roll of the eyes, you turned and grabbed your phone from the designer purse your brother got you for your birthday. Before you could even turn it on yourself, the phone shook once more, letting out the usual sound and the screen getting lit up as the notifications came on view.

honey is your phoen out

wake up, ml

i miss that pretty vocie fo youes

not durnk inswear pricness💔💔

sont ignore me