“Aster! Can you hand this to your classmate Chloe?”
“Again? Why don’t you give it yourself?”
“Well, she’s still mad at me.”
“What did you do anyway?”
“Mom asked me to delivery something the other day and I forgot about our date.”
“She would understand, that’s your mom.”
“She didn’t. And won’t talk to me.”
“What do you like about her. She doesn’t understand you at all. Does she even care?”
“I like her.”
I frowned and one of my eyes squinted in disgust.
“What do you like about her?”
I said that in a way he would know I am disgusted.
“She’s famous.”
“What?”
“Let me have that! I’m going to class now.”
Stephen has been my friend since we were kids. Being neighbors and our parents being friends, we became the closest of friends. Although we are of a different gender, our parents a
