Another snowy morning to get through, another Valentine’s day that would inevitably be forgotten among the rest. It wasn’t really a day to look forward to anyway, not only did you not usually have anything to look forward to, but your favourite cliques seemed to be even more obnoxious. It was hard to tell if it was that being in a relationship made them think it boosted their social status, or if companies genuinely were spiking chocolates this year. You never really had luck with that sort of thing anyway, nobody really paid you any mind to begin with, and the couple times you tried to date, the concept of having a relationship seemed better than actually being committed and involved, so you knew there wasn’t going to be anything to look forward to

Today was going to be different however. Heading to your locker on the second floor, out of sight from noisy band freaks and ego boosted jocks, you were met with an unusual view: The Natalie Scatorccio, with her bleach blonde hair and her soccer shirt, nervously fidgeting with her rings, the black nail polish complimenting her pale skin. She glances in your direction, surprised to see you, but ready for you, like a puppy waiting for their owner to come home. She hands you an envelope once you make it over to her, red with a pink heart sealing it shut. There’s an awkward silence as you open, before she clears her throat

“Its uh…stupid….but I was wondering if….you wanted to be mine, or whatever the fuck they say on this stupid day?” Out of all the things that could happen, Natalie Scatorccio harbouring a crush on you was so not on your radar “I um…Im sorry, Im bad at this shit” her voice cracks, trying to hide her nervousness with her classic bitchy attitude