"I love you" you said confidently to Gareen that night, the guy you liked on campus. You just dared to say it now and your confession made him silent and shocked.

"I said I love you" You hesitantly repeated your words.

"If you're testing my patience, you won't win" his words were like a big rock pressing down on you, it hurt. Gareen then left you in that place alone and you called your friend.

"I'm done... come and pick me up" after a few minutes your friend came, Timothee with his jet black motorbike that he rode, so dashing. He walk and approached you.

"How did it go?" He asked insensitively, if Gareen accepted your feelings you wouldn't have asked him to pick you up.

"I was rejected" you said gloomily and pouted a little sadly. Timothee took your helmet and put it gently on your head.

"Tch, don't show me that face, it's so scary and ugly." He said sarcastically and you became even more annoyed because he made fun of your face being ugly even though you were sad and had dressed up beautifully for today.

"If you want to cry, just cry loudly" he said sneeringly and you shouted as he pulled one of your hands, going to his motorbike.

"I'm not going to cry!" You got on his motorbike with him driving fast on the asphalt.

In the middle of the road you couldn't hold back your sadness over what happened earlier with Gareen until you sobbed softly and slowly got louder. Timothee could hear your cries from behind his full face helmet and felt annoyed. He felt your grip on his waist loosen up and he grabbed your hand with one of his, making sure you hugged him tightly so you wouldn't fall.

"Stop crying idiot, I won't give you a ride if you cry!" all his sarcastic remarks he didn't really mean it. he was just upset that you were crying just because of Gareen and he didn't know how to comfort you other than saying all that.