This Crazy Thing Called Love

3: The Perks Of Being Single On Valentine's Day

 [A/N]: So sorry for the long update; I've just been really busy lately.

Anyway, I hope you guys are still with me because a lot of fun things are happening in the next chapter! ;D

And oh, I don't know if you guys got this impression yet but art is going to have a significant part in this story. Just saying :)

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- kelly_1231

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3: The Perks Of Being Single On Valentine's Day

Ah, Valentine's Day...

The day where I got to gag at the sight of couples who needed to get a room and the day where I took amusement in the latest break-ups at my school. Yes, it was the day where I got to boast about the single life and be proud of it.

After all, there were some perks to being single on Valentine's Day...

As I walked down the cramped hallways of my school, I couldn't help but notice the amount of couples who were holding hands, making out by their lockers, and overall, being lovesick puppies. It took every ounce I had inside of me to not roll my eyes. And it wasn't because I found Valentines Day annoying, no, it was just that I found it so odd how so many couples only showed their affection towards one another only on this particular day. For me personally, I just thought Valentine's Day was just a tad overrated.

When I reached my locker, Emma was already waiting for me with her eyes still bloodshot from all that crying she did last night when we were talking on the phone. I still didn't even know whether or not her relationship with "Ricky" was over and done with it or Emma was just being that paranoid girlfriend that she usually was. All my bets went with the first guess-- I mean, I loved my best friend to death but she was just getting too predictable nowadays.

I gave my friend a small smile as I began opening my locker. "You okay?" I asked even though I knew the answer to that question was an evident no.

Emma just stared at me. "Am I bad girlfriend?" She asked me out of the blue

My eyes widened in surprise at her question and I was immediately torn between telling her the truth like the best friend I was suppose to be and just flat-out give her a load bull to save myself from experiencing her wrath. I opted for the second option considering the fact it was too early in the morning to be dealing with drama. That and because Emma was actually pretty scary when she was upset.

"Of course not!" I insisted, my voice straining to the hide its sarcasm. 

Emma just continued staring at me as if she could see pass my lies.

"You're lying."

And this is why I could never win an Oscar-- I sucked at lying.

I sighed as I grabbed my text book. What was I suppose to say to her? As a person who liked observing people and their actions, I could a hundred-percent say for sure with great certainty that Emma George was not a bad girlfriend-- she would go to all her boyfriend's games even though she hated the sport with a passion, she would remember all the nonsense details about them, including their favourite colour, and she would show them a great time (and not in the sexual way)-- it was just that, Emma was a little... overbearing. I mean, if I was guy and I was dating Emma  I would appreciate just a little space from her. But how the hell could I say this to my best friend's face without  her going full-on bitch mode on me?