Octavia was aggressively typing on her phone after a night out with the girls. She was drunk and she was very mad. Atom had somehow got the balls to break-up with her unexpecting.
Well it was kind of expecting since he told the whole school their sex life. Actually according to him the lack of and then apparently it`s perfectly normal to screw the girl standing next to you and blame your, now ex, girlfriend of cheating.
Yep, Octavia`s life sucked at this very moment so she would tell him loud and clear and with as much rage as she has that it wasn't something you should do and that he should be glad that she didn't kill him. Because she would and ooooohhh it would be so slow and painful.
After spending almost 10 minutes writing the text to her ex-lover she finally hit send and threw her phone not so carefully on her bed. Life sucked at this very moment; so she grabbed her iPad to connect it to her soundbar and shamelessly put on some classic rock at the highest volume. Her brother wasn't home anyways so there would be no complains except the ringing in her ears later tonight.
Not much later, maybe 3 songs, she heard her phone going off telling her someone had texted her. She kind of carefully but not picked up her phone. Apparently she doesn't know how to send texts. There was a 5 maybe 6 paragraphs long text. It was not Atom. She had send her rage text to someone else. A hot someone else according to the profile picture.
The first thing she did was sending a very very very long sorry text which got answered with a "have you read what I send you; you don't need to apologize" well at least he was on her side. So she actually read what he had sent her. It was very sweet for someone who doesn't know her. Almost like he was hitting on her but in a subtle way. In short "he was a absolutely asshole person and she deserved better." But the way he had put it in such way like he admired her and he thought highly of her. He didn't even know her.
He told her that she had all the right to be angry. He told her that she was worth way more than that dick of a person. She deserved better, she deserved real love. Not some fuckboy who was degrading her. He let her feel that she was actually worth something.
They texted back and forth. His name was Lincoln, he didn't lived far away and was a major in sport science just like her only two years higher. She did a minor in gymnastics, he in boxing. They kept talking way into the morning and Octavia immediately felt better. At some point she finally asked him if he would like to get a coffee as a thank you for making her feel better.