Chapter Three

Emily's POV

Damn...I must have been so awed by the beautiful surrounding that I forgot to adjust my hair.

Lorenzo looked like he wasn't ready to let me go without an answer.

"I uh...nothing. It's nothing," I replied and turned away, pretending to look at the building in front of me.

He cupped my chin in his hand and turned me to face him, so that he could get a clearer view of my cheeks.

"This isn't nothing, Emily. Tell me what happened."

OK, I really didn't like the fuss he was making over the issue. It's not like I owe him an explanation, neither does he have any business in my life.

I pulled his hand down from my face.

"Excuse me, but what does this have to do with you? It's not like my life is something you can ask about at will. And beside, because you're rich doesn't mean you can barge into somebody's affair and boss around. I value my privacy, Lorenzo, and so should you."

I stormed off, forgetting that we were planning to have lunch.

"Oh, and thanks for the mockery in the form of donuts yesterday. They were sooo delicious."

Without looking back, I walked away.

A little distance afar, I slowed down. My reaction was harsh, and now that I think of it, pointless.

But I was kind of angry with myself too. Lorenzo was a popular guy. I might not be crazily crushing or throwing myself at him, but I won't deny that I found him attractive.

Which was a big no no.

God, what's wrong with me!?

He was only trying to help.

But I couldn't accept pity from him, or anyone.

I'll take care of myself.

From there, I walked home, skipping the rest of the classes for the day.