That went on for about a week. Each day, there was a new picture. On Wednesday, there was a picture of me and Luke kissing with "WHORE" written on it. There was a picture of me with a beer in my hand from a party with "SLUT" on it on Thursday. By Friday, I'd had enough. "HEY! BASTARD! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" I yelled at him when I saw him in the hall that day. "What do you want?" Owen asked me with major 'tude. "First of all, I don't need your sass. Second of all, what's up with the pictures on my locker?" He smirked. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I raised my eyebrows. "Really? Then why'd I see most of the lacrosse team waiting very close to my locker this morning, waiting for me to get there?" He chuckled. "You're just seeing things." I yanked open my backpack and said "OH AM I? ARE THESE REAL?" I pulled the pictures out of my bag and shoved them towards him. Grabbing them from me, he flipped through them and said "Okay fine. I put them there. Just because you broke up with me. NO ONE breaks up with me. You're the only person whose ever done that to me. Ever. So, you're faced with a tough choice here. Start going out with me and the pictures and everything will stop... or, keep going out with Luke the weirdo and this will get even worse." I scoffed. "NO. I love Luke, and I'm going out with him. I will never go out with you again." I stomped away, and as I did, Owen crumpled up the pictures and whipped them at my back.
