"This piece of trash is called a bouquet of roses." I point to the roses.
"Who sent them?" He asks, anger still evident in his voice.
"A well-wisher." I sit on the bed because leaning on these crutches is so uncomfortable.
"Is your well-wisher a female or a male?"
"A male."
"Who is the male?"
"Ja..."
"Surprise!" Chloe exclaims opening the door like a weirdo.
"It's not a surprise anymore." Andrew murmurs loud enough for even a dumb to hear and Meg grins.
"She doesn't know what we have for her, so it's still a surprise." Anna says.
"Ava, our conversation isn't over yet." Jax mouths to me and I roll my eyes before facing the group.
"Are you okay now?" Aiden asks looking at my temple.
"I'm feel better."
"You're free from using those crutches tonight; you will be using a wheel chai
