It was tough focusing on the classes when I can't even look at the blackboard. There was this magnificent thing in front of me, impeding my vision.
I had put the fancy bottle of perfumes in my knapsack to keep them intact. I had placed the bouquet on top of my desk because I didn't have the nerve to place it on the ground or deposit it into my locker yet when she wasn't sure yet if it would fit there.
I could sense people shooting daggers at the back of my skull, but I ignored it. I suffered four hours of taking notes on my lap because Lysander's gift had filled my desk space.
Let the girls die in jealousy. It wasn't like I begged him to do this for me. Several girls will hate me because many of them had a crush on Lysander in my class. They didn't know half the truth of it.
