a/n: someone is gonna die in the book btw and its not hunt
>Conan's Phone<
>>iMessage<<
Ashole
Ashley: r u still single?
Conan: so I might have fucked things up w him
Ashley: do I need to kick down his door?
Conan: actually it was mostly just me ahem
Ashley: what d u do?
Conan: the other day at his home, he wasn't in his room so I turned on the fan and papers, personal letters started flying around and I was collecting them and just as the last batch was in my hands he entered
Ashley: yikes
Conan: he believed me when I said it was the fan
Ashley: was it tho?
Conan: OFC IT WAS WHO DO U TAKE ME FOR?
Conan: and then at school in math class,
Conan: he went to the washroom and the teacher asked us to open our notes. I had forgotten mine and I just grabbed his because I hate it when she points me out to alice and the others
Conan: I was pretending to flip through and
Ashley: double yikes
Conan: I mean it did look pretty sus. I ll give him that
Conan: he didn't give me a chance to explain
Conan: tho Ig he did at first and two times couldn't be a coincidence to him ahaha
Ashley: u have a fucked up love life
Conan: ikr
Ashley: u should text him
Conan: I don't think he wants to talk. He looked really mad at me
Ashley: u do have thr right to explain urself
Conan: I also saw him cry in art
Conan: which lead me to thinking maybe he lashed out on me?
Conan: idk what to say. I really like him and now he wont be my boyfriend n I ve hurt him
Ashley: bitch-
Ashley: he wont talk to u unless u talk to him
Ashley: just try explaining
Conan: after math I tried catching him but he was avoiding me
Ashley: wow what r u gonna do?
Conan: idk. I also heard alice and her brother pushed him off his chair n hes been having breakdowns the entire week
Conan: maybe he ll come around and talk to me
Conan: I think I majorly fucked up
Ashley: cheer up. I have an idea
Conan: wha
Ashley: u two were getting ur ears pierced right?
Conan: right yes
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