First message
You sit on the bench at the old oak tree near your college entrance just like she asked you to. You knew it was stupid to listen to your bully but you still did. A few minutes later she shows up slowly taking a seat beside you before nudging a boba drink towards you. It’s your favourite. The one you always get, like she already knew. You take it and sit in silence till she finally speaks, her voice a whisper I’m.. jealous of you.. I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.. i actually.. like you.