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I type like a crazy woman trying to stab my fingers through the screen and send him a response.

“I can date and hang with whoever I want, seeing as my confession was rejected, and now I think I’m over it. Don’t dare come at me when your choices of lover are the scraping-the-barrel variety!”

I’m furious, blood bubbling in my veins, and Elisa sits quietly before taking my cell from me when I hold it out as a way of explanation. I have no words while I am sitting here stewing with rage. My head is bubbling with blood rushing through my ears, and my body tingles with excess nervous energy. I wish that dumb asshole were here tonight so I could march to him and have this out face-to-face. Not an hour away in some cabin hiding behind texts.

“So…. he’s jealous? See, told you he likes you. I figured it would be a reaction like this as he isn’t shy when he’s crazy mad.” Elisa shrugs, not fazed by what he sent, and I snatch it back from her. She seems a little smug that whatever social experimen