I sat on my futon and ate the bowl of noodles I had made with a feeling of odd success. I had sent Melanie a ton of text messages and voice mails, all on the same subject. Here are some, just to name a few:

You know you want me back

I love you, and I know you do too.

You can go up to my place any time ;)

You are just jealous that I can go out with any girl in this school.

I’m not jealous about you and that putz, Ryan

You are missing me.

I text and mailed that and many more. I don’t know why I felt so successful and all, though. I’m not even sure whether or not I cause a positive or negative effect.

Only one way to find out.