Fourteen Days of February

Day 1 of 14

Fourteen Days of February

Day 1

-Beep-Beep-Beep-

"Five more minutes, Sir Alarm Clock, Crawling Orange Cactus isn't back from the Far Lands yet..."

-Beep-Beep-Beep-

"FINE I'M UP!" A groaning face emerged from under the covers, with her hair sticking out in one too many directions, and sleepy green orbs glared at the sleek red alarm clock on her nightstand. Tiredly, she banged her fist onto the beeping device. She then glanced at the blocky numbers on the clock, and groaned.

"Why did I have to be such an early bird...?" She laments as she groggily walks over to the calendar on the other side of her room.

Now her family wishes she hadn't ripped the paper...

"NO FUCKING WAY!" She screams in horror as she leaps back from the stack of papers on her wall. Seconds later, her bedroom door bursts open, revealing a very angry-looking Edith Weaver.

"Avelon Weaver! It's five-thirty in the morning, and you know it isn't appropriate to scream curses at the break of dawn!" She shrieks down on her horrified daughter, causing even more noise that would later result in having their neighbors beat the verbal tar out of the woman.

Avelon was having none of that though. She continued shaking in horror as if she had spent a whole night in the ice cream parlor's cooler.

"N-no... It c-can't be... I wasn't ready yet!!!" Avelon tries to tear off her brown locks in hopelessness.

The calendar was sporting the words 'February 1st'.

~Time Skip to P.M. Break~

Avelon was sitting sullenly in her corner of the room, and it was as if a rain cloud was looming above her dejected body. Her velvet- haired friend, however, was the polar opposite. Victoria Taylor has her hands clasped together, and one could swear that she had stars in her eyes.

"Avelon, isn't this wonderful? Today's the long-awaited start of a glorious month we call FEBRUARY!" The red-haired preteen swoons as her companion remained sullen.

"February and it's sick relative Valentine's Day can go fuck themselves for all I care..." She mutters under her breath, clearly agitated at the said month.

It was a well-known fact around Greenfield Senior High that Avelon Weaver hated the month of love (aka February), and, come to it, she hated anything that was related to love in general. Some say that it was only because she hasn't met her forever yet, but Avelon begs to differ. The main reason she hated Valentine's Day was the girls. Shrieking all over the campus and stalking their so-called 'Senpais', Avelon couldn't stand it. "They were all aroused and hormonal and shit," she quotes, "Glomping on any boy they could come across."

Unfortunately for her, though, since she was a known matchmaker around the whole of Greenfield, the majority of girls were chasing her and asking for ridiculous favors (if you could even call catching an oh-so-handsome schoolmate a favor). It was only thanks to her fast and abnormally agile feet that she had managed to get away from the girls. This year though, she only has her horrible planning ahead skills.

Looking through the signature golden strand of hair that always covered her forehead, she groans. "Tori, you do realize that this would mean a whole fuck-load of work for me right?"

"Oh lighten up, I thought you were already planning to hide in that tree in the middle of campus until February ends," Her friend waves a hand dismissively.

"Yeah... The girls found out where I was hiding last year, and my hide-out's been trampled over by those elephants they released last December." Avelon scratches her hair.

"That place under the lake?"

"They found that too."

"... The secret room in the school's haunted attic?"

"It's being cleaned right now."

"Ouch... You're in a really tight spot there, my friend." Victoria pats her friend in the back as Avelon buries her face in her hands.

"Tori I really don't want anything to do with their quest to fuck every guy on campus, it's like I'm betraying my brothers! Emman's so not going to be happy with this," She laments, mentioning the peach-haired boy her companion had a crush on. Last year he was nearly raped by twenty-one sexually charged women, and glomped on by a hundred.

Victoria, though trying her best to comfort the dejected Avelon, huffed in annoyance. "So you're telling me that Emman didn't enjoy last year with me?" She asks her.

"What did you think?" was her belated reply.

"Damn, I knew I shouldn't have used the whip..." Victoria curses under her breath.

Avelon purposely leaves out the fact that Emman had thought that Victoria had potential, because he had made her swear to never tell anyone about his dilemma (as well as the scars he has on his back). He really just wasn't ready for a hot and serious relationship yet...

Victoria was willing to wait; however, nothing could stop her from the raging hormones that struck nearly every girl on campus. She just really can't resist the O'Hara charm that seems to run in the family.

"I guess I need to apologize to him then," She sighs, sitting back down on her chair with a soft plop. "But enough of that, let's find you a decent place to hide in this year."

Before Avelon could reply though, the tables began to shake.

"What the he-"

Suddenly, hordes of girls were banging on the unlocked doors of the classroom that were... somehow still holding on to the hinges despite the intense knocking the girls were making.

"Speaking getting you a hiding place, looks like you'll be celebrating your birthday a little early this year- MOVE!" Victoria pushes Avelon and both jump out of the window to escape the girls. Their wooden ally, the door, finally gave in to the wishes of the rabid girls, and flew clean off its hinges.

The two pseudo-daredevils are now running for their lives at a rapid rate, not even caring where they could end up later (detention, most likely), just as long as it was away from the predator girls that were threatening to devour them both. Well, maybe not them both, just the matchmaking genius, but let's just go with both.

Unbeknownst to the two running marathoners, a figure between the trees was watching the matchmaker, a malicious glint adorning her eye. No one could know for sure what she could be up to, but it can't be anything good, am I right?

~Fin for the moment~

Hi! This is the author speaking. And before you complain about the closeness of mine and Avelon's names, this ain't a self-insert. I don't think I even remember where I got the name from...

This is my first story on Wattpad, so please take it easy on me. I'm kind of new to this site...

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