It was some cylinder box with ivory detailing and a silver latch keeping it closed, it pulsated with a weird energy and it moved a little bit like something was beating inside. Amelia didn't notice everyone stopped and stared at her because none of them were brave enough to touch the box or even go near it. She touched the cold surface lightly then it started pumping faster and faster till the box jumped. Amelia turned and tried to run off in a quick panic but stopped because less then a foot in front of her was a strong jawed, black haired, dark blue eyed guy who shocked her a little.
"Um, sorry." She said then Greg was beside them a few feet off. "Nathan." "Greg." Nathan said not taking his eyes on her or his sweet -slightly fake- smile off his face. "She's with me." Greg said then Nathan took her right hand and kissed it then with a wink Greg didn't see she got pulled away. She had to look back as Greg pulled her away but then one person got in the way and Nathan was gone.
"Look, I'm not going to tell you to do things or not to do things but: Stay away form my brother Nathan, trust me. It won't end well for you, it never ends well with Nathan. He gets a kick into tricking girls I'm the bad guy then wining their trust and destroying them. He's a lady killer, so please just stay away form him." Greg seemed seriously worried about her being hurt by Nathan. "…We'll see. I'm not good with orders, whether they're good intended or not." Amelia said then she walked away form him and found herself at home.
Amelia went to school the next day and wondered why people were snickering then she saw her locker. "…Oh well." She said with a shrug, so what they made the door dark brown wood -same color as her hair- so it wasn't the gold painted medal it was before. "Wait you're okay with that?" One girl asked and Amelia nodded. "If I won't change my hair or be bothered by your attitude towards it why would I care if I have even more things different?" Amelia asked then walked to class seeing a few people go to change their lockers.
After class though all the lockers looked normal minus hers of wood. Nothing changed and the work those people did was wasted. Amelia opened her locker and a bouquet of roses of every color jumps out at her with a card that said 'G'. She pulled them out with a surprised look then she closed her locker quickly hoping Greg wouldn't see what else was in there. He was right behind her. "Do you like them?" "…Yea actually I do." Amelia said then she walked out with him.
In the middle of the night Amelia snuck back in and opened her locker, one single red tulip. She knew exactly who it was from and that it meant. She walked home and put it in a huge dictionary. She remembered when she was little her teacher told her red tulips meant eternal devotion and love to where as red roses meant love. Tulips were actually more meaningful then roses. She went to sleep then the next morning, Greg was waiting to pick her up. "Um, hi." "Need a ride to school or would you rather take the bus?" She put her bag in the back and sat down passenger side. "No bus." He laughed with a cute smile then drove off.