Nope.
Monday: We walk into the school and instead of going to my locker I go to Austin. "Hey bestie!" I say. "What do you need?" He asks. "Cause that's my line." "Can I wear your sweatshirt?" I asked. He looks down at the sweatshirt he's wearing. "b***h why, I'm wearing it!?" He asks. "Because this shirt I've worn for 2 days it's dirty and I didn't have time to stop at my house. Please I know you wear shirts under your sweatshirts" I said. He sighs. "Why am I amazing" he groans taking it off. "You're the literal best thanks" I smile. He hands it to me. "You get it dirty you die. It's my favourite one and it was the last one" he warns. "Got it thanks" I said again and went to the washroom. I took of my dirty short shoving it into my backpack and put the sweatshirt on
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