Bad Boys

31. Bad Boys

You waited in class. He's going to come, you thought. But as time ticked on, you started to feel deflated. The bell rang and he still didn't come. You stormed to your locker, putting in the combination, trying to hold back your tears.

After two tries, you were ready to break the door down. But it opened and a wrapped box fell out. You were confused. Who would've placed this in your locker?

You picked the box up from the ground and inspected it. You couldn't figure what it was but opened it nonetheless.

It was a folder.

You opened it and placed a hand over your mouth. 

It was a folder of your lost sketches.

There was a tap on your shoulder. You whipped back and saw him. He has a smile on his face and red roses in his hands. 

"Will you forgive me?" he asked.

You pulled him close to you and pressed your lips on top of his.