the next few months were pretty uneventful. bonnie and i were becoming better friends, but i was still with ash every night.
     one day i could feel bonnie's eyes on me as i sent a text to ash, reminding him that i loved him and i'd never ever make him mad. she must have noticed my focus and worried expression because she quickly grabbed the phone out of my hand and began to read my texts.
     "what are you doing!?" i yelled, reaching over to bonnie and trying to grab my phone.
     "who is this. is he your boyfriend? you talk like a different person with him." bonnie questioned as a scrolled up into my conversation.
     "why do you need to know? gimme my phone!" i yelled back, still grabbing for my phone, but bonnie would just move it out my my view. why was she so damn frustrating?
     she pulled out a bit of paper in which i had written "one free pass to continue whatever annoying ass thing i am doing right now" in my chicken scratch of handwriting.
     "checkmate, edgelord." she said, chuckling.
     "this is different!" i insisted. how did she not understand how serious of a thing this is?
     "you never specified, darling." she said with a smirk.
     at that point i was simply too sleep deprived to keep fighting. i just watched her face slowly fall.
     "marcey... this... isn't good." she mumbled.
     "it's fine." i said sharply, grabbing my phone from her hand.
     "hey. do you wanna hang out with me tonight?" she asked, her voice shifting from serious to cheery on a dime.
     "i have plans, sorry." i said, knowing full well she knows i'll just be with ash.
     "i shouldn't have phrased that as a question: you are hanging out with me tonight. i'm going to text my dad." she said, with not even an ounce of humor in her voice.
     "i can't bonnie."
     "tell him you have plans that you can't get around, tell him you have a giant essay due tomorrow that is 70% of your grade, i don't care."
     "bonnie. i can't..."
     "yes. you. fucking. can." she said before grabbing my phone and typing something up.
     i heard a notification from my phone as her face got angrier and she began to quickly type out another message. this continued for a few minutes before a smile appeared on her face and she pocketed my phone.
     "meet me at mr. simon's room at the end of the day. in keeping your phone so i know you'll come back for it."