Only You | Choi San ✓

~ 44 ~

I walk back home, my blood boiling with anger. My grip is tight on the flowers in my hand which I didn't even get a chance to give you. 

That boy. 

I hate him. 

It was actually my mistake to tell him about the flowers in my locker. I thought maybe if I draw a line, he will get the hint and back off. 

But it backfired. 

He asked you to give a tour around the school which occupied you throughout the whole break. 

And after school. 

You are supposed to be with me now. Not him.