January bypassed us, and soon, it was February.
I stare at the bundle of tulips in the front of the house.
"Idiot." I grabbed the vase and made my way inside.
Once I reach the kitchen, I set the vase down. Everyone had their eyes set on me. "This is from a boy who is trying to woo me." Or whatever it is that he is doing. "Any question may be asked after school."
A car honk.
"Pardon me but that's my ride." I escaped before they could start questioning.
When I left the house, I noticed how there wasn't a car at the front. I walk towards the street to see Marcelo's car. The window rolls down, "I'll give you a ride to school."
"My friends are coming."
"No. They're not."
I exhaled sharply before I got into the car. I have three options. One, let Marcelo drive me to school. Two, let my
