It was now spring holidays, and the calls from Gwinam thankfully (kind of not) stopped, and I was now sitting in my front courtyard with my friends around a nice warm camp fire eating s'mores and talking shit about all of the boys at school.

I was also on my friend On-jo's Snapchat on her phone randomly snapping and messaging the random people that I had known on there. I was quietly laughing to myself as I was scrolling through all of the names on her phone and listening to my group of friends talking about how annoying Jason is, when my heart suddenly stopped skipping about a million beats when I saw one name that particularly stood out to me.

I softly but still quite harshly glared at my friend who was happily sitting next to me as I subtly tilted the phone a fraction away from her, tapping on the chats and beginning to read them.

I glared at the glowing screen before my eyes. On-Jo and Gwinam talked? Why didn't she tell me this? I scrolled through the chats revealing more and more messages between the two.

The further I scrolled through the messages the more was revealed about the two, well I mean six months ago; right before I moved to the school, but still it was strange and weirdly hurtful reading all of the same messages that Gwinam had sent to me just a month before he had met me, and in fact sent them to one of my best friends?

I closed off the phone feeling all sorts of weird feelings of anger and maybe jealousy brewing up inside of me. I couldn't help but be mad and jealous at On-Jo for talking with Gwinam even before I came to the school and dated him.

I looked over at On-Jo sitting in one of my camping chairs next to me before opening my mouth and saying what needed to be said before I had lost the confidence to do so.

"On-Jo?" I sheepishly asked.

"Yeah?" She happily hummed in response.

"Did you and Gwinam have a thing?"