What is love?

Chapter 15

January passed by as fast as the previous months and to my relief, March and I make up for that incident. He seems like he forgotten it ever happened. But I have a feeling he still does but hides it. Because every time Britney enters the canteen, walked over to her 11th grade boyfriend, peck him on the cheek and sat beside him, March would act weird and grip his utensils extra tightly. 

"Hey, look at that mash potatoes! Really yellowish, huh? It kinda matches my hair if you think about it." He rambled on as Britney and her boyfriend leaned in for a minute long french kiss.

I looked away from the pair and put a comforting hand on March's back. "It's alright March. You don't have to look at it. How about we talked about your recent test, huh? The biology one. How did you do?"

"Well, it's not bad but it's definitely the highest I'd had in months."

"What is it?"

"It's a solid 90." March smiled.

"That's great! I can see you reaching a solid 100 sooner than later."

"Thanks. It's all thanks to you though."

I blushed at his gratitude. "It's just making things even for your physics and astronomy tutoring."

As I have mentioned before, although March claimed he had moved on from Britney, I have a solid feeling he hasn't. Being his loyal friend and all, I tried my best to drive his mind off it when he's feeling a tad jealous. But since I'm born an introvert, I ran out of topics soon and the conversations usually ends with us sitting in silence with March's eyes constantly wandering towards Britney's direction as if hoping she'll change her mind. And the upcoming Valentine's Day doesn't help with March's situation much.

This year, 14th February takes place on a Sunday which is perfect if you ask me. The class won't be rudely interrupted with couples passing love notes and presents to each other. Just imagine a class with only 5% of the students focusing while the remaining 95% are either passing love gestures or imagining their crushes reactions.

Mom - being a romance enthusiast - had managed to convince me to buy some valentine themed clothes during the winter break. Though not many shops have prepared their valentine attires, mom claimed to find the right one and I guess I kinda liked it even though it opposes my mood and personality so much. It's a sleeveless bouffant dress with rouge belt, straps and gloves and also a long line of white lace at the hem. Topped with a pair of rouge heels, rouge ribbon to wear as hair accessory, white stockings and a rouge and sliver brooch my mom gave to me, my look is complete. I added a simple layer of makeup afterwards too as the little cherry on top. 

Just before I can leave the girl's dorm to meet March at the canteen for breakfast, there's a sharp knock on the brass doors. Being nearest to the doors, I answered it. To my surprise it's March! He's never visited the girl's dorm before so this is a rare sighting. What's even more rare is him dressed up in a navy blue tux that wrapped over his white shirt. On his pocket, I can see a crimson red rose, perched rather askew.

"Wow," March gasped. "Scarlette you look so...beautiful."

"T-thanks. You too." I blushed as I returned his compliments. 

"Oh, and I've got a rose for you. Happy Valentine's I guess?" March plucked the askew rose from his pocket and gave it to me.

My heart leaped as I take care not to prick any of it's thorns. "Thank you, March. I was expecting you to keep it in there as an accessory but you totally blew my mind. And wait, I also got something for you." I reached in my bedside drawers and gave him a box of tiramisu chocolates. "I hope you liked it. Happy Valentine's to you too, March."