A week had passed by and it was Saturday again. Ugh. Not that I didn’t like the weekend it was just, the whole Nick situation. Who was the one wrong here? I was laying in bed when I heard yet another tap on my window. It wasn’t a surprise when I saw Joe’s face again. But, what was surprising was that he wasn’t his normal smiley self. I pulled up my window again as he climbed up into my room.
“Hey,” I said. No reply. “Hi Joe!” I said trying to sound more happy. No reply. “HI JOE !”
“Hi yourself…” he said. Something was up.
“What’s the problem?” He didn’t seemed too pleased. Did I do something?
“Why?” he asked.
“Why what?”
“Why did you send that horrible text to Nick?”
“I did WHAT ?”
“You sent that horrible text to Nick, didn’t you?” Joe handed me yet another i phone. And this one was in blue, lucky boy. I read the screen.
“Nick, you’re such a retard! I never want to see you again! I hate you!”
“I never sent that Joe!”
“Oh, yes you did!”
“NO! I did not!”
“Your such a big LIAR !”
“Joe! I would NEVER !”