The Wrong Valentine (on hold)

Six

Hi, sorry it took me so long to update. Got a bad case of a writers block. I didn't know what to write next! My mind was freaking empty. This is my FIRST story that I actually pursued on writing, and I at least want every chapter to be good. That's why I told you guys that suggestions are REALLY helpful. But . . . sadly no one comments, and I'm the only one who votes for my story. Hihi. But it's okay, because I got almost 200 reads! This really means a lot to me. :) I want to thank you all for reading. :)

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Lunch with Alex didn't turn out to be as awkward as I imagined. We just talked about school while we were eating, and he kept on bragging about how hot he was. Yes, he said that himself. He could be so full on himself sometimes.

We decided to walk together to our next class since we were classmates.

I still couldn't believe the fact that we're talking to each other and walking side by side to class, and even the fact that we ate our lunch together. Sometimes, I thought to myself that maybe that was all a dream. But it wasn't! I was so glad we're friends.

Violet and Sebastian were both busy students. I didn't go for curricular activities because I thought that would just get me all worked up and stressed. I just worked hard on academics. Since my best friends were always busy, I was glad that there's someone like Alex whom I could run off to if I'm all alone.

"Alex," some girl called out, "are you free tonight? Want to go to my place? You know, Netflix and chill?" She offered, seductively.

Some girls these days, they're not at all afraid to say things like that to a guy. Don't they realize that it made them look and sound like a prostitute? That girl in front of us had the looks, had a body to flaunt and all; but for me, it just wasn't right to do that. Girls must be hard to get; so that boys would realize our worth. Right?

"Sorry, darling not tonight. I'll call you some other time." Alex gave her his signature smirk and started to walk past her but before doing that, he grabbed her ass. Boy, that girl sure liked it. If it were me I would've just gave him a slap and a kick down his crotch. I didn't care if it'll be Alex.

"Did you seriously have to do that?" I asked with a disgusted tone.

"Uh, does it matter to you?"

Well that surely hit me. He's right, why did I care? That really made me question myself even more. Why did I like him? But I surely didn't know he had that side of him.

He was being nice earlier, and now he's acting like a jerk. And I thought we were friends, heh.

"I was just asking," I replied sheepishly.

He didn't even bother to reply as we entered our classroom. Violet was sitting in her assigned seat which was beside mine. I'm glad she was done with her work so we could bond later.

"Care to explain why you were walking with pretty boy?" She immediately asked when I sat beside her.

"Well, hello to you, too." I replied with a full burst of sarcasm. "He asked me if he could sit with me in the cafeteria. Now, why would I say no? He then offered to walk with me to class since we're classmates. No malice, got that?"

"Alright, alrighty." She said as she raised both of her hands in mock surrender. "I wasn't even saying anything that would make you say that no malice was involved. Don't be so defensive, woman."

"I'm not being defensive," I denied then added, "mind you!"

Violet was about to say a word when our teacher came in. The rest of the period was just plain boring, and so was the next period.

Class was finally over when I decided to wait for Violet for she was having a short meeting. We didn't bother on waiting for Seb because of his football practice.

I went to my locker to put all the unnecessary books in it, as I opened the locker I found a note being rolled and tied with a pink yarn.

I unrolled the note and read,
Just one look at you makes my heart melt and my stomach churn. What are you doing to me, Ivory? - S.A.

It immediately gave me mixed emotions; happy, sad, confused. Name it all. Now I was having doubts if that S.A. was Sebastian. He never showed any evidence that he liked me.

Who are you, S.A.?

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