Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High)

Love: Told you I was fucked-up.

Zac: Find me one fucking person who isn’t.

Zac: You don’t have to answer me, but can I ask who you’re talking about?

Love: I’d prefer if you didn’t.

Zac: Well, whoever it is, I’m sorry. I really am.

Love: Don’t be. You ready for your confession next week?

Zac: Was born ready.

WEEK 2

I don’t fully trust my own best friend. We both have the same dream, and I can’t help seeing him as competition.

– Zac

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Love: Just saw your confession. Are we talking about the same best friend who slept with your ex?

Zac: That would be the one.

Love: And you’re still friends with him becauseee?

Zac: He’s a good person. Just deep, deep, deep down.

Love: Hate to break it to you, but no one’s that deep.

Zac: So, you’re saying you’ve never slept with someone you shouldn’t have before?

Love: Fine, point taken.

Zac: Wait, really? Who’d you sleep with?

Love: I’m not telling you.

Zac: How about writing it?

Zac: Say in tomorrow’s confession perhaps?

Love: I’ll think about it.

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I lost my virginity to my sister’s boyfriend.

- Love

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Zac: Holy shit, L. You’re wild.

Love: You think I’m a horrible person, don’t you?

Zac: Do you regret it?