Sebastian smirks and looks down at me. “You’re welcome. If you ever need help with anything you can ask me, too.”
“She won’t need it,” Heath mutters.
I ignore Heath and speak to Sebastian, “I’ll remember that.”
He winks at me and I laugh.
“You’re lucky you’re my best friend, or I would’ve given you a black eye and told you to wink like that again,” Heath reminds him.
Marie makes eye contact with me and mouths, “Guys.”
Sebastian stays relax, the mishcievous glint of humor swimming in his eyes. “Cool down. I see her like a little sister.”
Heath sighs. “I know.”
“Still, you can’t help the jealousy,” Sebastian teases.
“Okay let’s go inside,” Marie loops her arm with mine and starts walking in the direction of the entrance.
“What’s that?” she asks as we enter the hallway.
“What?” I meet her gaze but she’s looking down at my necklace.
“Is that a rose? Did Heath get it for you?”
I smile and give her a nod. “He said it’s my early birthday present.”
Marie squeals in enthusiam. “That’s so cute.”
The bell rings and we get separated because we have different classes. I’m taking out my textbooks from my locker when Heath comes over and leans agaisnt the locker next to mine.
“You look beautiful today,” he says, staring at me with a soft gaze.
A blush creeps up my skin, and I try to distract myself by locking the locker. It’s not the first time he’s said it, but it still makes me feel special every time.
I hug the heavy textbooks to my chest. “Shall we go?”
He nods, offering me his hand.
Ever since we got together, he walks me to class, holding my hand.
It’s one of my favorite things.
Like every day, we make our way to my classroom first. He talks to me about the Biology he has today, and I quiz him with a few questions to keep the answers fresh. After two weeks of living with him, he’s gotten much better at Biology. Like everything else, he’s good at his studies too. It turns out he just needed to understand a few things and memorize a lot to score well. The problem is, he hates the subject in general.
After a short kiss in front of the classroom, he leaves for his class.
I enter and sit in the back.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I take it out and see a text from Mom.
Silence rings in my ears and it gets so quiet.
She has texted me.
With a lump in my throat, I click on the message preview and there it is.
Mom:Happy birthday, Hope.
