The Perfect Valentine

I'm sat at my desk in the 8th grade, twirling a chunk of my brunette hair around my mechanical pencil while I daze off at the board. Not a single thing the teacher is babbling about is making it into my brain. Because I have something else on my mind.

I have a crush.

I finally like a girl. Finally, I never catch feelings for people, there was Ashley when she was in 5th grade who I wasn't even aware I was madly in love with until I realized not everyone feels that way about their best friend, then there was... well. That was it. I'd never really been the type to have a million crushes. And now I was here, with a girl on my mind. Her name was Maya.

She had the sweetest smile and always cracked jokes about anything, she would fill a room with laughter no matter who was in it. But not only was she funny and charming she was also confident in herself, something I lacked. She could convince me to trust her with everything and I would. I felt my cheeks burn red with love and lust every time I thought about her.

Valentine's day was tomorrow. I had asked Maya to be my one and only valentine, turning down all of my friends who made each other their valentines. I was going to take this seriously and I knew Maya was going to as well. She had told me how much she loved Purdy's chocolates and all the details of her favourite chocolate. And I remembered that it was a dark chocolate with a caramel center sprinkled with Himalayan pink sea salt.

I waited eagerly for the bell for the end of class to ring so I could see her again. I wanted to see her off to her mother's car and then grab her favourite chocolates, a stuffed animal and a fake rose.

I snapped out of my love haze to the sound of chair's stacking at the back of the room and the whispers from the back of the class converting into full-fledged shouting as students no longer had the teacher silencing them, the bell rings 5 minutes from now.

I stood up from my seat a little too excitedly, which knocked my desk over and my ponytail bounce like a basketball and catching a few looks from people around the room. My cheeks were now red from embarrassment instead of love.

I grimaced. Before awkwardly lifting up the desk and checking to make sure it wasn't dented. I tugged at my blue and white striped tank top as I did not want it to lift up and expose my back. After I finished, I adjusted the straps of my shirt and checked jeans were still sitting at a decent height as well.

I then swiftly pulled my pin coated black bag off my crappy plastic chair and swung it over one arm, the way everyone else in my middle school did. It was a defining trend for us that only the most popular kids did, not that I was popular though. Anyways!! Getting off track. I swooped up my scaly chair by the large gaping holes in the backrest of it and stacked it on the lowest tower I could find.

I glanced at the clock again, three minutes had passed.

I made my way over to a group of giggling girls. Zeta stood in the middle, a taller girl with a black hair and warm toned skin. She had always been the life of our group if she knew it or not. Then there was Kyla who was a little taller than Zeta laughing the hardest and dressed stylishly, she on the other hand had bright orange curly hair and pale skin. The final girl was about my height if not shorter, she smiled showing her big chunky braces. She had olive skin and long thick black hair with chunky bangs.

"You are not going to believe this!"

Zeta turned her phone towards me revealing that her crush had asked her to be his one and only valentine. All the girls giggled, and I began to rave with them.

"That's incredible! No way! I'm so happy for you girl!!"

We all began to cringe-ly beam about how this was going to be the best valentine's day ever. I couldn't really draw myself into the conversation because I wasn't really into guys. But they seemed to be having a good time, so I left it and inched my way towards the door to leave, sneaking out without anyone noticing.