"Freddie," she whispers breathily, catching me off guard when Carly leaves the room, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since . . . well, you know. Would you be my Valentine?"

"A-are you serious?!" I choke, taken aback and unsure how to respond.

"Of course not, doofus!" she says, practically falling over in laughter. "You should have seen your face!"

I scowl at her in annoyance and she smirks.

But I'm also feeling something else. Something that I don't recognize.

Is it . . ? No! I think it might be . . .

God. Fucking. Dammit.

Disappointment.

Happy Valentine's Day to Me.

Happy Valentine's Day!