Mind the Code: The Problem with Revenge

Run Away From Your Problems, It Works

When I woke up the next morning, my mom bought me a coffee and left it on the counter and said she thought I'd need it for staying up so late. She took DJ and Vince out to eat for breakfast, and asked me if I wanted to come. I was still asleep when she did, so I sleepily declined her.

I walked in school feeling normal, but knowing at the back of my head how the lack of sleep would soon hit me, and I'd be a mess.

I got to my locker, having it be the first thing as always. As soon as I got it open, there was a bouquet of daisies and a single rose with small note that said in surprisingly beautiful handwriting: im sorry. laying in front of me and being all tied together by a pretty little white ribbon. I knew for a fact that it wasn't Mark. He knew I liked daisies, but his handwriting was terrible, and he always gave me a stuffed animal with flowers as well. Then there was the fact that the note was signed below with a small drawing of a tiara. I wanted to roll my eyes at his stupid princess reference.

I was in too much shock to think about it. Alex giving me flowers? That boy if anything was the least romantic person I knew. Since when did he put fancy flowers in people's lockers as a sweet apology? Most of all, how did he get in my locker?

I heard the nosy crowd behind me shush as they tried not to make it obvious at how they were watching me. They were the last thing on my mind.

"Hey." Alex came out of no where and I jumped at the sight of him. My expression was of pure confusion, and I knew he was amused by it.

I still couldn't speak yet.

"Uh, yeah, I just... Really feel bad about what happened." He scratched the back of his neck, obviously trying his hardest to look casual, but I knew he was embarrassed. "And y'know... Girls like flowers. Right? You like flowers? Not roses right?"

I suddenly blushed, feeling as everyone was trying to witness the scene, but it wasn't completely silent as new students piled in with their own conversations. I was thankful for that. "Yeah." I stared down at the rose in my hand. "Thanks. I already told you I forgive you."

He shrugged, seeming to gain his casualty back. "I wanted to do something nice for my girlfriend." He leaned in, whispering into my ear. That was made it obvious that he had gained back his bad boy.

I pushed at his chest and he moved back, resting each of his hands behind me on the lockers- trapping me in and staring down at me. "How did you get in my locker?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He just stared, not yet saying anything.

I snapped my fingers in his face and he flinched, "Alex." I said loud in frustration.

He took the rose from my hands and stuck it in his mouth, being stupid.

I rolled my eyes. "Hey idiot, answer me."

He gave me a sly grin and I wanted to punch it off. That was also when I noticed his poor beat up face. "What?" He answered innocently.

"How the hell did you get in my locker?" I demanded.

He took out the rose and rested his hand back behind me on the lockers again. "Mark gave it to me a few times to steal him your homework last year."

I scoffed. "Of course." Always feeling flustered at the subject of him. His name just did things to me. Made me remember who I was with Alex for. Made me remember how much he meant to me. How much I thought I meant to him.

"But yeah, Ava, I really am sorry. I also didn't mean to make your mom mad at you or anything." His casual tone was still there, but it was his eyes that casted down a few times, telling me he genuinely meant it. That was the adorable part.