Valentine's Day.
I hate Valentine's day. There's no point to it, no purpose. The only thing it's good for is to show, once again, that no one likes me. It pointless, worthless and depressing. I know there'll be no card waiting in my post box, no candy on my doorstep, no flowers in my hand. One of my friends used to send Valentines to herself, to cheer her up. That's what this day does to you: It drives you to the low point of a lie to show you're at least liked.
Girls like me never get Valentines. Whether it's because we're not pretty enough or sexy enough, we'll never get it. Not in this reality anyway.
That's why I was so surprised when Johnothan walked up to me.
I stared at him blankly as he took the seat opposite to mine. This was totally new to me. The only time I've ever talked to Johnothan before, was when he wanted to borrow a pen.
"I have a proposition for you," he started.
"Go ahead,"I said slowly, disbelievingly.
"Well, you're friends with that Dana chick, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, again slowly. For some reason it felt as though he wouldn't understand me if I talked normally.
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