Valentine's day always was the most forgettable day for you. Not because you were as single as a priest since birth, of course not....

But simply because you weren't really interested in love or dating in general. But your friends didn't care. They were tired of seeing your pure life, like they teasingly called it.

So... They put your name on the Valentine's Day matching machine, which for five dollars, gave you a Valentine to spend the day with.... Or more.

That's how you ended up matching with someone. Your paper was saying it was a certain Donna Pinciotti. A redhair, feminist and no nonsense type of girl. She looked at you like you grew a third head, when you came in front of her, holding the matching paper, with your name on it.

"So... You're my Valentine?"

You nodded, lips on a thin line as you glared at your friends cheering for you behind her.

Yeah.

You despised Valentine's Day.