The Wrong Valentine (on hold)

Sixteen (Part 1)

(Nick's POV) (italics represent past occurrences)

I liked her.

Like was even an understatement, I thought.

I was infatuated with Ivory.

Soon, the infatuation turned into something I did not expect.

Love.

And that was just the start of junior year. The first time I saw her, I immediately felt something. I thought I was being paranoid. How could I love someone who I barely knew? Maybe I just got caught up when her eyes bore onto mine when she came in late in our English class.

"Miss Davis, took you long enough. You know I don't like it when students come late to my class. Especially on the first day."

Our intense staring was cut off by our teacher's stern voice.

She turned her eyes to our teacher and looked at him, blushing, "Nature's call sir, sorry."

The entire class were booming with laughter. I wanted to smash all their faces. Why the fuck would they find it funny? It's perfectly normal. At least she was telling the truth.

She was so cute when she blushed.

I ducked my head that time so that I could erase the thoughts that were swarming in my head. Once I felt that I was okay, I raised my head again.

"Ivory, over here!" Some girl three seats behind me seemed like she was whispering, when in fact I could hear her from here.

She grinned and sat next to the girl.

Then I knew Ivory was her name. I liked it.

She wasn't just any other girl. To me, she was phenomenal. I've had a fair share of relationships and crushes before, but none of them made me feel so whipped.

To my dismay, she never acknowledged my presence. Her attention was focused on her friends, her studies, and most especially her crush - Alex Griffin.

How did I know she liked him? I could see it in her eyes. I've been watching her from a fair distance. Never making myself obvious that I was looking at her. It was like I saw her everywhere. Even if I was with my own circle of friends, I couldn't refrain myself from spacing out just by staring at her. What was she doing to me? Why did she have that effect on me?

"Dude, are you trying out for basketball? Heard you were hard core in your previous school." One of my friends, Evan, asked.

But I didn't answer him. I was too busy staring at Ivory at her table, throwing her head back as she laughed along with her friends. Even though I couldn't hear her from here, I was sure her laughter would be music to my ears.

"Dude," Evan snapped me out by waving a hand in from of my face; blocking my view from Ivory.

"Sorry, what?" I asked.

Smirking, he said, "Nick. You, my friend, are absolutely whipped."

"I don't know what you're talking about,"