“hey”

“yeah?”

“summer is so boring. ive ran out of things to watch and i kinda wanna go back to school”

“you just miss the people anyway im sure you hate the studying but didnt u say u saw your friends yesterday?”

“ofc i still hate studying and its not them i miss u know”

“u mean me?”

“you wish”

“what? im awesome! id miss me too ya know!”

“why do i talk to you”

“why do you?”

“because i cant lose my teacher”

“touché. i bet you wouldnt even have talked to me if it werent for my notes. am i right?"

“yeah...”

“hey”

“you still there??”

“yeah”

“were you upset”

“kinda”

“ah hahaha nice”

chloe is typing...

“im so mean, arent i?”

“why do i bother helping you out”

“because youre so kind and i listen to all your annoying complains when no one wants to”

“remember the dream where i almost stabbed you with a pair of scissors?”

“ofc how could i forget that precious dream of yours? its not everyday you dream about someone as handsome as me”

“you might just die because of overconfidence plus i really wanna strangle you right now”

“and id assume youd also like to stab me with a pair of scissors?”

“very”

“we both know you cant possibly stab someone as cute as i am. whos gonna hear you complain at 2am when you get all hyped and emotional over chocolate?”

“we had agreed to not talk about that again, mr leonardo di caprio. i will personally climb your window in the middle of the night just to kill you in your sleep”

“ITS LEO. JUST LEO and you always fall asleep before i do so id like to see u actually try”

“well hello, just leo. i dont think weve met before”

“i swear to God chloe you should thank the man upstairs that you were born a girl because i really wanna punch you right now”

“i have better things to do”

“like what”

“i have R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-I-L-T-I-E-S do u even know what those are”

“go away”

“gladly.”