Girls were stupid. He didn't know why it was that he always forgot that, but right now he remembered and he remembered well: they were stupid and totally pointless to talk to. Here he'd gone out of his way to be alone with Gloria and had risked certain detention by breaking into a Greenhouse to get the flowers and she'd gone and brought the midget with her. 

He frowned darkly at their retreating figures feeling idiotic as he still stood there holding the bunch of bruised flowers out for her to take. How many other girls had he sent a rose to? Precisely none. How many other girls had he hoped to spend some time with, alone, today? Not a single other girl! Not one! Just Gloria. 

Somehow he'd been sure that if he could just get her alone to himself he might be able to actually talk to her. Maybe even apologize for all those things he knew (and some he was sure she imagined) he'd done to her. But, nope. She wanted to be all stupid and girl about it and he only frowned all the more before he let impulse drive him. 

Tossing the flowers after her, he made a rude gesture followed by a litany of colorful language. "You know, you're just a stupid idiot girl!" he yelled after her before turning on his heel and leaving the trophy room through the other set of doors.