Don’t talk to him. Don’t text him. Don’t follow him. Don’t even look at him. What’s mine is mine, and if you can’t respect that then I don’t give a fuck who you are- I will cut you bitch.
To all of those IB kids still in highschool, working your ass off, never sleeping, over medicated and highly caffeinated- I promise college is SO much better, it’s so much easier and the exact opposite of what your IB teachers say it will be, stay strong little guys!