Chapter 8

Micah's POV

I tightly held the flowers and the gifts that I had brought for Maya. After storming into the school premises, I dropped the flowers and the gifts in her locker that I managed to open somehow.

“She has no choice but to accept me. I wonder what she takes me for? A guy who is so jobless to be chasing her around? In her fucking dreams," I muttered to myself.

With that, I left that premises. My hands were placed in my trouser pockets as I walked over to where my friends were sitting.

We just began to laugh and crack silly jokes when Fred tapped me countless times, pointing at Maya who was storming towards us with so much anger written all over her face.

“Did you…?” he asked, without completing his words. I already knew what he was talking about.

The flowers and the gifts in her hands. Maya was fuming angrily and mumbling words that I could not hear as she approached us.

“Maya, you saw my gifts. I'm glad you loved them. Are you here to thank me?,” I quickly said the moment she