Isabella Giles, Izzy G to some and Izzy to almost all. I'm eighteen, attending Riverside High as a semiprofessional in French and track.
Exactly, she likes me better and I’m not even her son! That says something, Bells.
Take that back.
Please. You’re just jealous because she likes me more than you.
You’re joking. I can’t be jealous of you, I mean. Is her blood flowing in your veins, Trev? I think not.
See, she clearly loved my peanut butter ways.
Occasionally. Don’t think so highly of yourself just ‘cause my mom liked you.
Because it was hilarious to see your reaction! I think your mom should’ve just thanked me for giving her such a good show.
She referred to you as ‘quite the entertainer, dear.’
I’m joking, you’re mother is a lovely lady. Even if she did send me to the ‘timeout corner’ every single fucking time I was over your house. Yeah, don’t think I forgot about that.
You deserved the time out corner. You constantly put peanut butter in my shoes.
And how much did you pay your mom for her to tell you that?
You always cut me so deep, Trevor. Haha.
Too bad? Too bad!?
You suck.
Contrary to popular belief — or, well, your belief — I’m a pretty cool chick.
Because it makes you look weird.
Well, too bad.
Don’t make that face at me.
Why?
