by Dan Crawley Filipe Nobre I stood next to a table in the middle of the large classroom. I stared at my phone, at the text I sent the night before. Unsurprisingly, there was no reply. I’d written that if I didn’t hear from her ever again it had to be true. I quickly texted, I shouldn’t let cheaters off the hook , because that was what I did with the previous text, full stop. I knew sending this new text was pathetic, desperate. My stomach ached. Then I looked over the classr