"I want my sunflower."
"The person you're trying to reach is unavailable. Please try again later."
"Aww, why are you so cute even when you're mad?"
"DON'T. CALL. ME. CUTE. I'M FURIOUS WITH YOU!!"
"Even cuter," he says as his laugh fills my ears.
...
"Sorry, what?!" I end up biting my tongue. I ignore the disapproving look headteacher is giving me before turning to Tara, "Why did you punch him?"
Tara doesn't even bother looking guilty. Cool as a cucumber, she shrugs, "He was peeking into my notebook."
"I couldn't see the board," the boy sniffles, taking off his glasses and wiping them on the sleeves of his uniform, hiding his tears. "I wasn't looking at her answers, God promise!" he swears, "I was just looking at the questions. Her answers were all wrong anyway. She should have 'peeked' in my notebook instead."
