"I'm not gonna have a boyfriend again, until I turn 18. I'm sorry, Oliver."
I saw his face turned pale. Oliver has been courting me for a month and just this morning I woke up and realized that I should tell him that he basted.
"Jade, it's just been what? A month?" He said languidly.
I gulped and look around. I could see a few looking at us, in the back of my mind I needed to speed up our conversation.
"I know it's my fault-"
"No, Jade. I understand, really. And trust me I'm willing to wait."
He pleaded and touched my palm. I slowly shook my head and untied his grip.
"I'm really sorry, Oliver. I don't want to give you hopes anymore. Let's just stay as friends."
And that's how I manage to live.
"And what do you want me to do? Make him expect more, Olivia?" I ran
