"Too bad it wasn't Sam, after the kiss he is probably dying for more." I chuckle. "In your dreams maybe!" I shout back defensively. "I would rather die!" "Ahh, I'm heart broken." I say putting on a sad voice.
"James your a moron."
"I-I'm sorry!" I scream tearfully, as I get up from the table to run inside, leaving the chair to fall over.
I dashed about the place like a headless chicken, wailing uncontrollably. I collide with a door; the girls' toilets. I open the door, and hide in a stall. Clack! I lock the door quickly.