So, I thought you should know something. I'm NOT okay with your MOM coming to get me for the concert. I

want to go with YOU. You said I could go with YOU. And I was really looking forward to that. Kuz, guess

 what? I LIKE YOU. And I don't care that SHE likes you too. Sure, she's prettier and everything...I bet she's

way better than I am. They always are. But...am I really so horrible that you asked your mother to pick me

up, just so you wouldn't have to be near me?