i got a call from you saying he was in trouble, that there was someone in his house with a knife and was trying to kill him. fuck i paniced. you told your mum and she was about to call the police. then you rang me. crying. i could hear your voice shaking. apparently there was someone walking through your house, you didn't know who it was. and considering your house had been broken into a few times before that and someone followed you home the week before. i nearlly started crying, i could hear banging and yelling and you said you had rung the police. you just kept crying out and breathing really heavily. i remember looking up at myself in my mirror and thinking 'what the fuck can i do.' you eventually got off the phone with me, you said it was because the police were finally there. you faked the entire thing, just to see how much me and her cared about you. i didn't talk to you for a week after that, me and all my friends left huge and abusing messages on your profile and her and i yelled at you at school. i can still remember the laugh you gave out and the smug look on your face while we were screaming at you. so when you told me you were moving schools? and when you told me you just did it to see how i would react? made me so angry, i really wanted to hit you so i just sort of stared at you with a dead straight face while that familiar, sexy grin crept upon your face and you bent down to kiss me. all my anger vanished. i couldn't help but think back two years and think of the horrible person you were to me, but still had the nerve to tell me you loved me and how i had the nerve to call you my best friend.