"Don't go after him, dummy," my subconscious mind yelled at me.
Maybe it's really wise not to follow him. Since he doesn't want to tell me what's wrong, I shouldn't force it. Also, we just started talking again; I should act like I've been waiting for this moment. I shouldn't be a stupid b***h.
With those thoughts, I laid down on my bed, gathering all my notes so I could continue studying. But still, my mind kept drifting back to the moment Romeo and I shared. I couldn't stop thinking about him. God, Romeo, what have you done to me?
"I'm looking good," I said to myself happily as I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror in my room.
My eyebrows furrowed when I noticed that my lips looked a bit dull. I think I have some lip gloss. I quickly checked my drawers, and I was glad t
