a quick anecdote about middle school me:
so when I was in probably seventh grade a fellow student was telling literally everyone she talked to that she was dating Tom Felton.
I swear she had pictures of him in her locker and told us all she was going to London to see him soon but that they talked all the time.
sidebar: she was a very mean girl who mercilessly mocked me and a lot of my friends for being poor
so I came up with a plan,
and let’s be clear here, I was a total ass (am a total ass) and when she finally made her rounds and told me and my friends,
I was ready.
prior to that I plastered my locker with pics of Dan Radcliffe and forged a note from him so when she told me I was dead ass like “oh what a coincidence, I’m dating Dan and he never mentioned that Tom had a girlfriend…weird” and handed her the letter which said how sad Tom was that he didn’t have a girlfriend
last things last, she babbled for a few minutes trying to regain her ground and then gave up and said “fine I made it up” and I have never felt more satisfied