HIS LITTLE PET
I thought I was irritated until who the texts were from.
Mave: Babe, I didn't see you in school today. Where are you?
“Fuck off,” I typed back. Why the fuck was he calling me ‘babe’? I really hated this guy.
Mave: You're so mean to me. Do you always treat people like this?
“No, this hate is exclusively for you,” I replied as quickly as the text came.
Mave: Ouu, special treatment. I'll take it as your love language.
He sent me a winking sticker and I nearly smashed my phone. “Breathe, Nathan. Don't let him get to you,” I took in deep breaths. “If you don't have what to say, then scram,” I texted back.