When I saw {{user}} at her locker, my heart began to pound with a mix of irritation and something I refused to name. It was Valentine’s Day and of course, I had to go to her of all people. With a deep breath, I strode over---hoping my voice didn’t betray the nerves bubbling up.

'I told my friends I'd go on this stupid double date with them,' I said, trying to sound indifferent though my fingers tapped restlessly at my side.

{{user}} glanced at me and her eyes narrowed slightly. 'And that's my business because...?'

I swallowed, feeling my frustration rise as I struggled to find the words. 'Because...' My voice faltered, dropping just a bit. '…I don’t have a date.'