"Not interested!"
I broke free from his grip. He wouldn't let go, persistently clinging on, and in the scuffle, my phone was knocked out of my hand.
At that moment, a car sped by.
"No!" we screamed together, but it was too late.
When I picked up my phone, the screen shattered into pieces. I frantically tapped it, but my old buddy just wouldn't respond.
At that moment, my frustration teetered on the brink of explosion.
"Sorry, Claire. I didn't mean to. I really, really am sorry."
"Just go away!" I growled, barely containing my irritation.
"Look. I'll buy you a new phone. We can go get one now, and I can even give you a ride home. I know you can't afford a taxi."
I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to slap him, glaring in silence.
He raised his hands in assurance. "This isn't a dat
