ART OF MOVING ON.

"That;s true, but I myself, am not graduating until next year."

...yeah, same here. But still. Point made.

Dammit.. Do I still look hot?

Always.

Oh— Well… I guess you’re entitled to your opinion, then.

Yeah, but...hey. I'm Dylan.

Yeah, no problem.  

You might want to know a person before you judge them, though.

Waiting 'till last minute, Aubreigh? Tsk, tsk.

I say some pretty cool shit, Dill Pickle.  You’re gonna have to agree with me a lot.  That’s just natural.

I am not going to just be your "yes man," Axel.

Y’ouch! I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, it was just a joke.

No, it's not even just that. It's a bunch of things.

I won’t you’ve just gotta trust me - woah that was close.

So you say right before you almost die. Huh.

Yep. But in his defense, I’m kind of a fucking catastrophe and a danger to myself and others when given chemicals.

Justified, maybe, but teacher's are still fucking idiots.

"So I got really bored today and decided to try and learn a new skill, isn’t it awesome?!"

Please try to not crash and die, please.

On a scale of one to ten, how shitty do I look?

...seven.

Why do the weekends insist on going by so fast?

Because we actually want them to stay, and therefore, they screw us over and go by fucking fast.

Uh… Yeah. I did.

You don't sound so sure.

"Who’s stupid idea was it to have cheer practice the day after homecoming? I swear to fucking god I almost puked ten times today."

I assume it was the cheer coach's, babes. Maybe cheer practice wasn't the best thing to go to after how much you dank?