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"No, no, no, no, no, no," Marco repeated over and over again. He was laying on the ground, his hands covering his face. Ferguson and Alfonso stood over him, looking extremely guilty.

"Dude, I'm so sorry," Ferguson apologized, twiddling his fingers nervously.

"How did you not know you had Star's phone?" Alfonso asked, shaking his head in disappointment.

"They both had the same case!" Ferguson yelled, holding up Star's phone.

"Yes, but your's didn't have a picture of a unicorn prancing through field of dandelions on the lock screen," Alfonso responded, crossing his arms.

"I wasn't paying attention to that!" Ferguson exclaimed.

"Oh, you weren't paying attention?!" Marco chimed in angrily. He jumped up, his face red in anger. "Why the heck weren't you paying attention?!"

"I got sidetracked!" Ferguson yelled.

"By what?" Marco yelled back.

"The hot chick that walked past me!" Ferguson yelled, starting to get louder. Marco and Alfonso groaned in annoyance.

"Why are you always so hung up on hot girls?" Alfonso asked, rubbing his temples.

"They just keep coming to me! I'm like a magnet... a hot chick magnet," Ferguson said, smirking. Alfonso smacked him on the head.

"Dude, you probably just ruined Marco's life, and you're thinking about hot girls? What is wrong with you?" Alfonso asked, pointing at Marco banging his head on a nearby tree.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ferguson said, holding his hands up. "Look... maybe she hasn't seen the text."

"Why wouldn't she see it? Do you have a password on your phone?" Marco asked anxiously, hoping there was a slight chance she didn't see it.

"Oh... um... no," Ferguson answered, making a very guilty face. Marco slowly dropped his head into his arms again.

"Why... why don't you have a password on your phone? I told you... privacy needs to be protected," Marco muttered. He then sighed, clapped his hands, and got up. "Well, I guess that's it, then."

"What's it?" Ferguson asked.

"Well, I can't go home. That's it. I'm running away," Marco said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You can't run away, man," Alfonso said, putting his hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but... you're going to have to face Star."

Marco's eyes widened in fear. "N-no. Not right now. I need to stay away from her until I can muster up the courage to face her.

"How long do you think that'll take?" Alfonso asked.

"I don't know... forever," Marco answered, leaning against a tree and holding his headwith his hand.