If I could put our relationship into words, I would, but everything's so complicated I don't know where to start.
I never cared about you in the seventh grade, I first got to know you in the first half of the eighth grade, we got 'married' a few months later. It was a joke, I'm straight, I know I am. Then the new school year started, and our relationship got more serious... for me, at least. It was never more than some kind of a joke for you, apparently. When you said "I'm not single anymore!" I realized I'm stupid for thinking that it was serious. You considered yourself single even when we're 'married', you never took it seriously, you're straight and I am too, or I used to be... I just don't know anymore.
But please, anyone but him. If you don't consider me as your wife, at least consider me as your best friend who hates him because he's in Kopaja, he's homophobic, and he's one of those spoiled rich kids I'd rather not associate myself with. So forgive me if I don't pick you up tomorrow after school in your class, or if I don't visit you during lunch break, but I'd rather not see you with him being happy together.