"Lauren, we need to talk."
Worried, I sat down beside her, twisting my body so that I met her eyes. "What's wrong?"
We were sat at a bench in one of the city's more hidden parks, which was conveniently located near our place. She messaged me to meet her here, and I arrived as soon as I could after my classes ended.
"I... I'm kind of bothered with something," she began.
I frowned. "What is it?" I tried to move closer to her, but she raised her hand as if asking me to stop.
"I just... noticed that you still keep getting flirtatious messages and public tweets and stuff from other girls. I don't even know how they know your address and number, and I-I don't know. It's just been bothering me."
"Oh," I said. "You know that's beyond my control, right? And you know I've never responded to
