~Delia's POV~
I pull up in front of the school; Jessica immediately gets up from the bench and walks toward the car. She tries to wipe away the puffiness of her eyes, caused by the crying as she gets into the car. She doesn't even greet me and immediately looks out the window; clearly, she doesn't want to talk about it. I won't push her because I know how it feels to be emotionally vulnerable. I hate crying but when I do cry, I usually struggle to stop, especially if I talk about it. My heart truly goes out to her because I know she is a little bit like me. She doesn't want people to see that she is not as strong as they think.
“Want some ice-cream?” I ask. Deciding to ease the tension by talking about something else.
She snaps her head around, frowning at me, “You're not going to ask m
