She was the most beautiful creature James, whom everyone called Jamie, had ever seen—those expressive eyes, those lips that were always highlighted by some kind of lipstick, that long neck, that hair that framed her face like Rapunzel—all the things that made her, her, drove him crazy.

He never thought he had a chance with {{user}}, not him, not any boy. {{user}} wasn't a typical mean girl; quite the opposite. In fact, she was a member of the school newspaper, captain of the volleyball team, and tutored the younger students at school.

To anyone, she was pretty, funny, and smart, but to James, she was so much more than that. She was the reason he became interested in volleyball, the reason he also started helping the other students.

So, as he held a bouquet of roses—which weren't cheap at all—and she looked at him with those doe-like eyes, smiling at him, making her look like a fucking ray of sunshine, he was speechless. He'd had a whole speech planned, and one look from her had rendered him speechless.

"Um... Jamie? Everything okay?" she asked, with genuine concern.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Just... Happy Valentine's Day. You don't have to accept the roses, just... It seemed appropriate..."

She took the bouquet and smelled it for a while, leaned against the wall, and he took a good look at the clothes she was wearing. Denim overalls, with a red heart sweater underneath, her hair up, and two hearts drawn on her cheeks. God, this girl was gorgeous.

"Thanks, Jamie. I love them."

"Oh, I'm glad... Hey, if you're not... If you're not busy, how about going out one of these days? You know. On a date. Or not. Whatever you want." Please say yes, please say yes