A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Especially to those who are FOREVER ALONE like me. :D Well I decided to write on a whim so this is going to be very short..
I Hate Valentine's Day
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It was that dreaded time of the year again.
Valentine's day. Ugh, the single day of the year where couples are extra mushy-gushy and PDA is at its worse. Stores are filled with shelves of chocolate boxes and red and pink decorations are everywhere you turn while jewelry is advertised non-stop. But it's also the time of year where single people are reminded that they aren't good enough to have someone special and are outcasts in the sea of gift-exchanging, kissing madness.
But I guess it's not so bad... if you have been single all your life.
As I walk down the crowded halls, ginormous balloons smack my face and over-sized bears push me to the side. My face wrinkles with disgust as I spot a couple making out, tongue fully apparent.
Sure I got a Hershey's kiss here and there but the amount of red and pink clothing sickens me. I swear the pollen from all these flowers are giving me a mild case of allergies.
Or maybe it's just the single-phobia disease. Highly contagious coming from Hinamori Amu.
After all these years I still can't get over the heart-clenching jealous feeling that I get on this certain day. Well Valentine's Day is stupid anyways. Why make every February 14th a day for gifts and love? I mean, aren't you supposed to be doing that all the time when you're in a relationship? Whoever made this holiday was nuts. The least they could do is let students have the day off. That will definitely mitigate the amount of Personal Display of Affection and gifts I have to see that are rubbed in my face. I swear, this specific day makes me hate the colors red and pink more and more.
'C'mon Amu, you can do this. Just three more semesters of high school' I tell myself as I trudge my way to my locker. Luckily the crowd of lovers dwindled to a smaller number in this particular hallway.
I enter the familiar combination and pull open the metal door. Just as abruptly as I opened the darn thing, a little pink colored note flutters through the air and lands onto my awaiting palm.
I snort inwardly. What kind of cheesy crap is this?
However, curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help it as my inquiring eyes peered down at the paper.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your beauty is astonishing
Happy Valentine's Day to you.
It took all my might not to rip the stupid thing as I flipped the card over.
Your hair smells nice,
But your heart is like ice.
Give me a chance to show you love,
With the help from the cupids above.
-Anon (###-###-####)
I annihilated the poorly-written poem with my fingers in an instant.
Slamming my locker shut, I stomped my way to the next class. Just a few minutes after I was seated and the bell rang, a loud knock resounded from the door as a student aid made their way in. She handed the note to the teacher and left just as I heard my own name being called out.
I sighed exasperatedly and gathered my things, grabbing the piece of paper the teacher handed to me on my way out.
Student: Hinamori Amu
Class: Room 234
Urgency: Immediate
Destination: Principal's office
Great, what could a straight-A,goody two-shoes student like myself do 'this time' to deserve the honor of going to the main office?
Once I reached the door to the principal's office, I cautiously knocked. When I heard a call of approval, I turned the knob and stepped in. However, I wasn't the only one in the room. A blue-haired young man sat lazily on one of the two couch chairs. He looked familiar, but I somehow couldn't quite put a name to his face.
"Hinamori Amu, please have a seat." The head mistress smiled wryly.
Giving her an innocent glance, I lowered my behind into the leather cushion of the other open chair.
"Err... Did I do something wrong?" I interrogated.
"Oh! No not at all! You can breath a sigh of relief now." She reassured.
I did just that.
Giving her paper stack a few taps on her desk to seem professional, she continued.
"I called you today to request a favor from you."
My brow raised. "Which may be...?"
"I want you to tutor Tsukiyomi Ikuto here in AP Biology, seeing as you have a 99 not counting the weighted points, which would give you a 108."
I glanced over to the mentioned person. Just as I met his eyes, it clicked. Tsukiyomi Ikuto, the languid sloth who sits in the back in my AP Bio class.
I gave him a curt nod. "Pleasure."
"Sup." His husky voice replied.
The principal cleared her throat, grabbing our attention again.
"I have set up tutorial sessions for you two on Mondays and Wednesdays. Tsukiyomi, if you fail to show up we will have no choice but to have you retake this class. This honestly doesn't make sense at all. You have astounding grades in all of your other classes except for this particular one. Why?"
He shrugged, brushing off the question.
A moment of silenced passed before she cleared her throat again. "Well, that being said, you two are dismissed."
I didn't have to be told twice. I shot out of my seat and through the door, anxiously pacing my way back to class.
"Amu, right?" His silky-smooth words called from behind.
I craned my neck back to nod before continuing my walk.
"Where are you going?"
I sighed before whipping my body around to face him. "Class."
He stared at me inquisitively, his sapphire orbs piercing into my hazel ones. Suddenly, his hand shot out and grabbed my forearm and before I registered what had happened, he was dragging me in the opposite direction, 50-pound backpack and all.
"W-where are you taking me?" I demanded.
"To the roof." Was all I got.
"Wait what? No! Let go of me you harassing pervert!" I thrashed about wildly, but to no avail considering his grip tightened.
He sighed. "Come on, live the dangerous life for once. Skipping 10 minutes of class isn't going to hurt."
"I said no!"
Just as I said that, the mysterious boy turned around, causing my still moving body to collide into his. A big whiff of his masculine cologne filled my lungs and I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I noticed our distance. Pushing him away, I huffed at him and glared. His gaze met mine and he sent me an impish smirk.
"Why not?"
I weakly tried to force the blush down as I broke our eye contact. "Because I said so."
"Is it because you have a boyfriend?" He chuckled lightly.
"...N-No..." I muttered.
A painstaking silence rang in the air for a minute. Suddenly I felt a pair of warm fingertips on mine, a small object replacing the touch moments later. I glanced down at the object.
A miniature chocolate rose.
"It's not much, but Happy Singles Valentine's Day." He shrugged.
And then I felt that irritating blush creep up again.
"T-Thanks... Tsukiyomi."
Turning around, he began walking off. "Don't mention it. See you this afternoon."
He halted to a stop and glanced over his shoulder. "By the way, it's Ikuto."
"Okay Ik..uto." I said reluctantly, the name feeling outlandish on my tongue.
I stared at his retreating figure as it disappeared. When his toned frame no longer showed, I glanced down at the small gift in my hand.
A miniscule smile played across my lips.
"Ikuto..."
A/N: So yeah, that was very short. Sorry for not updating my other stories, I'm debating on whether to delete them or not. I think I will because honestly I can't keep up anymore. I don't even remember the plots for most of them... FAIL AUTHOR.
But anyways, I hope you liked this oneshot! (:
It's poorly written, I know, so if you have any suggestions for change, please leave a message!