I've usually avoided and ignored his arrogant behavior countless times, but for some reason, that painful kiss made me feel like he had walked over my ego and bruised my self-esteem.
I was lying in my bed at night, imagining how much anger he had in his eyes when he broke the kiss and glared at me. At this point, I was even debating in my mind if friendship with him was worth wasting my time on.
"Vivi?" my mother knocked on the door for the fifth time, expecting to respond to her but I was too tired and upset to have a conversation.
"Come on, get up." she voiced again, "Mrs. Woods called and asked about you. We were supposed to get the second dose after three days." my mother was the only one among us who remembered that.
I don't know why Mrs. Woods was so worried about a girl from the
