The Bad Boy's Girl; One Shot

The Valentine's Dilemma

The person who came up with Valentine's Day obviously had held a grudge against single people. Maybe it was an old married man, with a wife who wouldn't stop jabbering. Maybe it was a teenager going through the phase where it feels as if your first boyfriend is the one. Probably regrets that decision now.
Doesn't matter who it was, my point is; Valentine's Day is evil. Period.
It's a day that reduces carefree but depressingly single teens into pathetic lovesick puddles of sadness that stalk their 'true loves' on FaceBook. Not that I'm stalking Jay Stone. Nope.

I call it gathering information to plan the untimely and completely accidental death of his valentine–gag me–Nicole "Stone".
I mean who does that?!? Take on their boyfriend's last name when you aren't even married?! That's right, no one. It's like she thinks hanging off his lips every time I'm around isn't enough.

"Nicole looks like a baked potato in that one. Make a meme out of it," Beth looks over my shoulder at the laptop in my lap. "Make it say something like; 'Fake tans and the moment you can't decide which face to put on in the morning.' Post it on Instagram under a fake name. Make the account public."

"Tessa don't do that." Meg from my other side chimes in.

"Oh thank gawd, at least one person here has common sen–"

"Photoshop a picture of Trump next to her, and make it say: 'I hardly think this needs an explanation.'" Meg continues as if I hadn't said a word.

Alex and Meghan couldn't celebrate Valentine's Day together because he was grounded after a big argument with his parents about his decision to drop out of high school. Travis was busy applying to different colleges and getting back on his feet after the dark period in his life where he was practically non existent. So both my friends are free today.

But the sad thing is: I'm the only Single Pringle in my group. Depressing.

"Guys, my life is sad enough already, and believe it or not I honestly don't want to end up on the front page of the newspaper as 'missing'."

"Oh whale Tess, you're the one losing the opportunity," Beth flops back on my bed and shoves her cold feet under my legs.

Oh hell nah.

"DAMN IT BETHANY! I'M ALREADY FREEZING!" I push Beth off the bed and indignantly pull the pants of my Spongebob themed sleepwear down.

But in true Bethany Romano style, she ain't gonna go down alone. She grabs my wrist in an attempt to stay up and I yelp, grabbing Meghan's legs. Together, all three of us fall on the floor on our butts.

A beat of silence...

"OH YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT THIS TIME BETH!" Meghan begins to chase Beth and Beth runs out the door screaming her head off.

"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!" Beth accompanies that statement with an evil laugh.

"Ow, ow, ow," I slowly get up, painfully rubbing my butt. My poor tail bone. I look over at the open packet of crisps that scattered everywhere. Since I'm too lazy to do anything about that, I awkwardly amble downstairs to grab another packet of chips.

"BAH-THA-NEEEE! YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM MEEE!" I heard Meg creepily singing, trying to find our room wrecker of a friend.
I honestly did wonder at times about our unlikely friendship. But then I remembered how weird we all are around each other. It's like, when we are together, we can finally remove the mask that makes us seem normal.