I need you to stop. Stop being so sweet, stop laughing my bad jokes, stop flirting, and stop looking or saying anything about my breasts. I can’t like you. Maybe I did, way back in 6th grade, but we’re sophomores now. And my best friend just broke up with you. I can’t like you. Now you are the ex of two of my friends, and they would both kill me. So please stop. I can’t let my heart be led on, and I can’t be your rebound girl. And I can’t hurt my friends like that. So please, stop.