You happily waved at your crush who drove you home. You waited with a smile plastered on your face until he was already out of your sight. You were about to enter the house but when you turned around, you saw someone against the door.

"Who's that man who drove you home? What's the use of your legs?"

He crosses his arms and lean against the door and frowns.

"We should just cut it off if you're just going to ride in his ugly car."