**Mikey**
Liam and I returned to her locker so we could get dressed. I picked up my phone and noticed I had new messages.
I wasn’t quite sure if Macy was okay. If there was an issue, I figured she would have texted me, but she also knew I was at practice and couldn’t check my phone right away.
“Oh god. I hate you, Mikey,” Liam groaned.
I turned to him, confused about why he would say that. We hadn’t even done anything.
“What did I possibly do to make you hate me? Did I accidentally take your shampoo from the shower?” I asked.
Liam shoved his phone in my face. A photo was displayed on the screen. I grabbed it and saw his little girl sleeping on top of Rocky—on my couch, no less.
“Okay?” I said, handing the phone back to him. “How does that make you hate me?”
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