I was busy the next several days. I fixed some stuff for my enrollment at the university. At the same time, the club I was in since freshman year needed help for the First Day Festival so I did. All the while, Cole was there. He didn’t leave me even though I have been ignoring him and giving him the coldest shoulder I could ever give someone. He would only leave when he has to go to basketball practice, which is mostly when I am home.
“Markle! Cole is here!” Pat, our helper, told me from outside my door.
I rolled my eyes while turning the television off. I stood up and lazily walked downstairs. I almost scoffed when I saw Cole sitting on the couch in his casual attire. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates—as if those could buy my heart.
“Good evening, Markle,” he
