"Please give the bouquet to me."
Lysander handed it over and I carefully set aside my textbooks and my other notebooks to give the flowers some room. Unfortunately, the bouquet didn't fit there, no matter how much I crammed it inside.
If this continued, the flowers will get smashed. I had no other choice but to carry it through the cafeteria and parade these beautiful flowers like spoils of war.
I shoved the perfume bag to my locker to keep it there. I didn't trust my classmates enough for me to leave it in the classroom inside my backpack. Chanel is a luxurious brand. Some stranger might attempt to steal one when I had five.
When I closed my locker in a slam, lo-and-behold, Lauren turned up beside me, invading my personal space. Holding her elbows wide from her body while her chest thrusting out, I raised an eyebrow at her and looked her up and down, quickly scanning her messy mascara, smudged red lipstick and furious unshed tears.
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Sincerely yours,