After a few hours, Lyssa finally texts me, i don’t remember what we talked about but she adds me to a group chat. In that group chat are a couple of boys and a couple of girls. I say hi to be polite, i’ve never been added to a group chat without asking before.

 Lyssa privately texts me saying how much she likes this boy named David in the group chat, i decide this is the perfect wingman moment, or in this case wingwomen. I add David, seeing he’s currently spamming the group chat with memes, I text him “hi” he says “henlo”. I sit there laughing at the way he texts, and ask him if he likes Lyssa. I then go see what Lyssa texted me and it was a picture of him, i realized i have seen him before, or well multiple times. He's the boy with glasses. I was surprised, but not that much. He’s a cute boy, don’t get me wrong, and it’s not like i really know him, i’ve just seen him a few times in the halls, and that day in the cafeteria. 

He texts me back saying he doesn’t know, i tell him if he likes her, he should shoot his shot. I mean that’s what you would reasonably do, but little did i know that even a small exchange like this would cause so much emotional stress in the future. 

After awhile everyone in the group chat is snapping each other, Lyssa texts me with my names in caps, “KAT” i text back panicky “WHAT?”. Turns out in one of the snaps i sent my breast was falling out, i felt so embarrassed. I never intentionally did it, i’d never throw my body out like that, i apologized to her and she made jokes about it. I still feel really embarrassed, maybe even paranoid. My sister comes in the room and tells me to get off of her bed, i'm on her bed cause the charger is on her bunk, and her blanket is so warm and fuzzy it’s comfortable, i go to my bunk and then decide im gonna go to bed, i tell Lyssa i'm gonna go to bed and the group chat, i head in my bed and turn off the light.