Naya's P O V
''Excuse me? Where the hell did you even get that idea?'' I said, my voice rising unintentionally, hoping I didn't come across as too rude.
''Hey, I was just asking. No need to raise your voice...'' she muttered, rolling her eyes before taking her mug and leaving the room.
''Selena, did you hear what she said?'' I huffed in annoyance. ''Why would she think Mr. Villin is my boyfriend? And how did they find out he's been texting me?''
Selena shrugged her shoulders. ''I don't know, maybe it's the flowers...'' she trailed off, implying I should understand the reference.
''Flowers...?'' I questioned, puzzled. ''What the hell are you talking about?''
''You really don't know?'' She exhaled in disappointment. ''That's why I brought you here. I assumed you'd explain it to me. Yet, I'm curious why you didn't bring any flowers...''
Once more, her words left me utterly clueless.