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When he got home, he ignored me again and only opened the door for Dali. I let it go and I just went down on my own. I won't bother about something like that.

Dalila thanks him once again and says goodbye to both before crossing the street to go home.

I still don't quite understand what that was. I don't know why I felt like hitting something when he looked at her or when he paid more attention to her than to me.

I don't think it's jealous, I can't be jealous of my best And even less can I feel that when he's already made it clear to me that he's only with me for math lessons. It's too ridiculous to even think about having something with him. It's impossible.

“Your friend is very nice,” he says, pulling me out of my ponderings.

“Yes, it is,” I say with a smile.

“And very pretty too,” he says as he keeps his eyes fixed on her movements as she walks home. My unwilling smile fades and is replaced by a frown.

Yes, I was upset by his comment, more than I'd like to admit. Dalila is very bea