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Marcus: I hate you
Oliver: I hate you too
Marcus: I really hate you. Your face, your eyes, your mouth, your hair
Oliver: Why would you bring my eyes, mouth and hair into this?
Marcus: Because I hate it?
Oliver: why did you make that a question?
Marcus: I don’t know! SHUT UP stop talking to me. I’m in class. God.
Oliver: You opened this conversation up *eye roll*
Marcus: You kept it going!
Oliver: That’s because I don’t want to give you the upper hand!
Marcus: Why would that give me the upper hand?
Oliver: Because you would have the last word and you love having the last word.
Marcus: I do not! Now shut up! Please. The professor is staring at me!
Oliver: Leave me alone.
Marcus: I would if you would stop messaging me!
Oliver: You could simply not reply…
Marcus: Where would the fun be in that? You get riled up so easily!
Oliver: Bye now
Marcus: Bye
Oliver: Where are you? You aren’t in the library
Oliver: Marcus?
Oliver: Oi Flint! Where are you?
Oliver: Helloooooo
Marcus: Ahhhh I kind of had my phone taken off me…
Oliver: Why?
Marcus: I was texting in class the professor didn’t appreciate it.
Oliver: Well study group is over now but you can come to my dorm and study if you want… it’s only chemistry
Marcus: I’ll show you chemistry! I’m on my way
Oliver: I mean the class -_-
Marcus: We can study that too! I’m outside your door open up
Oliver: What if I don’t want to?
Marcus: Open or I’ll open it for you and you won’t like that… or maybe you will. Are you into that kind of thing?
Oliver: OMG IM OPENING THE DOOR GO AWAY
Marcus: I thought you might say that