I couldn’t sleep. I just kept seeing Stephen’s hurt face. It’s not that I felt bad, because I didn’t. And that was the problem. Was I really that cold? Did I really hate Stephen that much?

Another face kept popping up too. Jame’s face. His expression right before he left, it was unmoved, not changed at all. Like he didn’t care at all about this.

Which, I reminded myself, he probably didn’t.

When I opened my locker at school the next day, a note fell out. It was from Stephen.

Dear Jessica,

I’m disappointed in you Jessica. I expected better.

God, he sounds like my mother.

I thought you cared more. I know we weren’t “officially” dating, but I thought you had better manners.

Manners? What the heck?

And why that guy? What do you know about him? He probably does drugs for all you know! Not someone respectable.

Ok, now I’m seriously pissed off.

Before, I thought you would have deserved better than him. But now, I think maybe you guys are right for each other.

-Stephen