Jack texiera
A kid who goes to Westwood middle school and won’t stop being a huge pain in the a***
He kept texting me about his rat like it was the best thing ever. I said, 'Your rat is dead.'
He walked into my group and said, 'I’m the best.' I said, 'No, you’re the worst.'
He kept talking during my favorite song. I yelled, 'Shut up, Jack!'