YOUR POV:

The phone vibrated in my pocket, the familiar tune of Linus's ringtone making my heart skip a beat. I grinned, quickly swiping to answer.  "Hey Linus," I chirped, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.

Silence.  I heard the faint sound of shuffling, maybe a dropped phone?  "Hello?" I asked, a little uncertain.

"God, she irritates me so much man. She tries so hard to sit next to me every period and texts me every day like clingy much?"  A deep, familiar voice, laced with annoyance, answered.  I heard a snicker in the background. 

My blood ran cold.  That voice, that snicker.  It was Linus, and he was talking about me.  My heart pounded in my chest, a sickening feeling spreading through me.  He thought I was clingy?  Irritating? 

I hung up, my fingers trembling.  The phone slipped from my grasp, landing on the table with a thud.  I stared at it, a lump forming in my throat.  He'd been so nice, so charming...  I'd been so foolish to think he felt the same way. 

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.  I couldn't believe I'd been so naive.  He'd been playing me all along.  I felt a wave of anger wash over me, followed by a crushing wave of sadness. 

I couldn't believe he'd said those things about me.  I'd been so excited to talk to him, so happy that he'd called.  Now, all I felt was a deep sense of betrayal. 

I wiped away the tears, my cheeks burning with shame.  I was so stupid.  I should have known better. 

I picked up my phone and stared at it, the screen reflecting my tear-streaked face.  I needed to get out of here, to get away from this pain.  I needed to forget about Linus, to forget about this whole mess. 

I shoved the phone back in my pocket and walked out of the kitchen, my head held high, but my heart shattered.