“What was that about?”
Joey came up to me after class.
“I’m sorry!”
“You shouldn’t be looking at other boys when you have a boyfriend!”
“I’m sorry! He was just cute!”
“Oh, really? Cuter then me?”
“How selfcentered are you? What do you think you the cutest boy in school or something?”
He was but, you know what I mean!
“Yea maybe I do!”
“Well he may not have been as cute as you, but he was probably a lot nicer then you!
“Maybe then he can be your boyfriend then!”
He stomped off.
“Come back Joey! Please!”
He looked back at me and ran off.