Sideshow Bob who? There has been this boy, following me around, paying me lots of attention. He's filled up my messages with sweet nothings. I still haven't responded to them all yet. Sweet nothings, like, really, nothing, like, as if someone with nothing in their head couldn't come up with anything and wrote nothing down. And then in class he dips my hair in the inkwell and sometimes calls me names - but I know he likes me because he follows me around. You wanna know a secret? I'm not gay. But sometimes I put on this little voice and let him think I am and that he's even got a chance. Everyone likes to flirt and get attention and feel needed and important. So I amuse him and I amuse myself until we're spent and exhausted, our heaving bodies collapsed over our keyboards...

I don't think M7 wants us mating though.