He's In Love With Me

Walking to the car after school, Venice says, "I'm not happy about [boy's name here] coming back to school."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because," she answers, "he's in love with me."
"He is?" I inquire.
"Yes," she says, matter of factly.
"How do you know," I really am curious now.
"Well," she starts. "He scratched me today and when I asked him to stop, he said he couldn't because he's in love with me."
Wow, life is sure moving fast.