I tell Bobby I like him and he throws soda all over me

“Bobby, I really like you. I…love you. I’m sorry for everything my friends have done. Don’t listen to them.” I was being as calm and good mannered as I could.

One of my friends spotted me talking to Bobby. “Tarra loves Bobby!” she screamed across the cafeteria.

Everyone looked toward us. “Whoa!” a few of Bobby’s friends exclaimed.

My so called “friends” shrieked with laughter.

I saw the anger building up in Bobby. His face got red. He looked around, and began to shake. The next thing I knew, he picked his can of soda up from his lunch tray and poured it all over me.

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