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Valentine's Day

[A/N: HAPPY DEPRESSING-DAY-FOR-SINGLE-PEOPLE DAY!!! lol nahhh jk. BUT IF YOU'RE SINGLE AND HAVING A SAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY BY YOURSELF, I HOPE THIS MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER EVEN THOUGH THESE ARE DUSTY AF. enjoyyy~]

Luke

The moment you woke up for school and realized it was Valentine's Day, you slammed down on your alarm and threw your blankets over your head, letting out a loud groan.

It was Valentine's Day... and you were still single.

I mean, it's no big deal, right? You'd tell yourself every year. Who needs a boyfriend anyway?

But after so many years of going to school and seeing almost every girl engulfed in gifts and tons of candy and gigantic teddy bears, you were sick of it and wanted something like that too.

You trudged out of bed, getting yourself ready for this whack of the day that had to come on this horrible Tuesday morning.

"Why can't we have a leap year on Valentine's Day?" you mumbled. "Then I'd only have to worry about it every four years,"

As you complained the whole way through the process of getting ready, you finally finished your outfit and preparations for the day.

You called one of your friends to pick you up and stood outside, and waited, like you did almost every morning. When the familiar car appeared after a few minutes, you ran off your porch and hopped inside.

"Hey, Lucas," you smirked, knowing how much his real name irked him.

"Hey, y/n..." he giggled. "I wish you would quit calling me that,"

"Fine, fine."

You fastened your seat belt and Luke took off to your high school. You sat back in his leather seats, pulling the lever on the side to make it lean back farther. He switched gazes between the road and you, his hand still on the steering wheel.

"What's wrong, ma?"

You looked at him, grinning. "I know you just didn't call me 'ma'... you know how much I hate that," you lied.

For some reason, the major key was to pretend like you hated when he called you that, just so he could keep calling you that.

"Well you called me 'Lucas' so I guess we're even," he smiled at you, his right dimple visibly showing.

You half smiled back, then it faded as you went back to the facial expression you had before.

"y/n, tell me what's wrong, please,"

"It's just another Valentine's Day that I'm gonna spend in misery," you sighed. "every girl at school has someone; they're going to be bundled with gifts and love, and most of all, a boyfriend. That just so happens to be something that I don't have,"

As you ended your rant, Luke parked in his reserved parking space, cut of the engine, took the keys out of ignition, sat back in his chair and looked at you.

"You don't need a boyfriend," he said in the eery silence.

"And why is that?"

"Because no guy up here is good enough for you, that's why."

You rolled your eyes. "But everyone else---"