Rosa's pov
"So Rosa, how did the romantic dinner come about? Did you have a hand in this?" Claire asked
"Why do you ask? Is it a crime for my boyfriend to organize a dinner for just the two of us?" I asked, laughing nervously.
"Your boyfriend isn't any normal boy that attends Darwins high. He's the son of a druglord", she said. Her munching of the pringles hadn't really annoyed me, but now the loud munching was getting on my nerves.
"Being the son of a druglord doesn't make him inhuman. Everybody keeps judging him because of his father's choice of work. Some people didn't even get to have a choice in their family past", I said, getting off the bed clearly annoyed.
"I'm not trying to blame him for his father's choice of work", she tried to reason with me.
"But you're blaming him for
