Fierce was not kidding when he said he’ll get me back. Because the next morning, he was already in front of our house, waiting for me while leaning on his shining white BMW. He’s wearing a simple shirt, a pair of khaki shorts and a pair of top-siders with aviators hanging on the neckline of his V-neck shirt.
He’s smiling at me. “Good morning,” he greeted me.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you doing here?” I asked. I’m glad Mom and Dad left early today. They won’t see him.
He helped me close our gate before taking my bag from me. “I’m going to drive you to school.”
I raised my brow. “I have my own car.”
“I know, but I can also drive you there with my own car,” he retorted.
I gave him a smug look. “You don’t have to. I can manage,” I told him as I took my bag back and walke
