I liked him first. But that's ok. I have standards unlike you that I won't break. He came to our lunch table. He asked ME to sit with ME and my friends. YOU came along and told me you liked him. I was annoyed, usually I wouldn't but this the the third time this happened. I told you I liked him. But I have standards. I wasn't going to do things except as frineds till we were a little older. I told you that. Suddenly you start talking to him and telling me all the things he was doing for you. He walks you to class now. He texts you ALL the time. I got up the nerve to ask for his number one day and ten minutes later you get it less awkwardly and smoother. My friends hate you at our table now. They all know how much I like him. They see how much you don't ever let me talk to him because you have to tell him all about your family or how you aren't allowed to do this or this. I don't think I like him any more. Just because it's too much work to fight you.

I've almost switched tables four times. I think I actually will tomorrow. I think he and I will just be friends, and I will be totally fine with that. But. If you ever hurt him. If you ever decide to hurt me more than you have. If you ever decide your BORED of him and move on to the next one. You better believe you won't be my friend. You better believe I won't sit with you. You better believe this time I AM mad at you. You better believe that if you ever hurt one of my friends, you will answer to me. I actually don't care if you hurt me, I know I can wipe it off, becuase it isn't a reflection of me. It's a reflection of you. You better know you'll be sorry if you hurt him.