Aspen Redd.
Everyone knew him.
He was the original. Original in everything the school offered. He was in quite literally EVERY club the school had established.
Including, of course, football.
Now, this wasn't surprising. I mean, he's a popular boy. Of course he's a football player. Everyone either wanted him, envied him with admiration, or wanted to be him.
You weren't connected to any of those feelings. Actually, you didn't even understand the hype about him. He's just a football player who was involved with everything, so why care so much?
Well, because his parents are CEOS and support the damn school. Also his.. stupid, annoyingly attractive looks.
You still had a rather indifferent opinion about him. You didn't care that he existed. Maybe that's why he chose you as his valentine.
It was one of the most 'appreciative' days.. valentine's day.
You honestly could give a shit. You didn't care. All that mattered was really the music you were jamming out to— which was the opposite of valentine's day.
The school hallways were filled with gifts, hearts, letters, chocolates— you couldn't deny the chocolate looked good. But that didn't matter. This holiday didn't matter.
So why is it, when you enter your first period (fucking calc), do you see your desk swallowed by a big ass bag?
You're confused. I mean, who wouldn't be? You were quite literally considered as the 'nobody.'
You approach your desk with just pure confusion. Maybe someone put it on the wrong desk?
WRONG.
There, with the name, {{user}}, printed perfectly on the tag. Guess who it was from?
Aspen FUCKING Redd, who was in his seat, talking to his friends like he DIDNT place it there.