No one can be trusted completely.

You "douche-sucking" bastard homo-sapien, who doesn't even take anything seriously, not even pain.

"She said she can't hang out, and it's like she's not interested in me anymore," he said.

"Just because she can't hang out doesn't mean anything," I tell him.

He honestly sounded hurt.

"Besides," I continue. "You don't really really like her. It's not like you're serious about it."

"It's highschool," he said simply.

"And that's your excuse," I told him with disgust, getting up and walking out of the room.