The Valentine Dance

Chapter 1

Present Day

"Oliver's got a cruusshh!!" November sang, loud enough to make everyone look over at us. Bemused looks crossed their faces and I felt my face grow warm. No way they were gonna forget about this anytime soon.

Our group had managed to stick together throughout high school, and were now in our senior year. While time had changed us as time changes everything, we all seemed to remain the same. Just more mature. With an occasional lapses of course. We are still teens, after all.

We all were currently seated at a table in the library, the same table we always managed to sit at before school throughout the years. Some things don't change.

"Do I know her? Is she pretty? Will you tell me who?" She asked, turning her attention back to me. I glanced around nervously.

"Called it" Tristan pipped up, smirking at me. I gave him a mock-glare. He and I both knew that if he indeed had said something, he wouldn't be around to make that comment.

November scoffed lightly and hit my arm. "So he knows and I don't? See how you treat your best friend" she pouted at me.

"He didn't say he knew who, just that he had a suspicion." Marc said flatly, still looking at her book. "And even if he knew, the odds of him telling you is low. You are female and protective of him. Probably wouldn't want you hunting the mystery person down." With that she shot me a look that I couldn't quite figure out. But that doesn't matter. She knew she wasn't getting anything from me. Maybe she could get something from Tristan, if she tortured him long enough.

I nodded, "Yeah, what Marc said. But as I was saying before you interrupted me" I teased, "I was actually thinking of maybe asking her to the dance in February." I finished and nodded. 3...2...1... aanndd..

"What?" November asked.

"Okay, who is it" Kristin said.

"When?" Tristan asked.

"Oh, really now?" Nightingale asked.

I shrunk away from their demanding questions and cleared my throat.

"Yeah; I'm not going to tell you that; not sure when just yet; and yes, really. I do have emotions, you know"

They seems satisfied with my answers for the most part, but November looked a little upset. But I said I'm not going to tell her.

"I thought it'd be a guy" Nightingale joked. Everyone laughed at that. "But now we have to come up with a plan to get you two together, right? This is a big deal after all"

"True" Tristan said "We need to get you in the game. It's now or never"

Now, out of the three-and-a-half years we've been in highschool, I have never dated a girl. Or a guy, for that matter. It's not for lack of effort though. Every time I'd try to like someone I'd just start comparing them to November and no one seemed to be better. I couldn't find it in me to make a real effort to like another girl.

November though, has had her fair share of boyfriends. Every time one would break her heart, I was there for her, with a compassionate heart and a fist of fury. Not that I could do any real damage anyway, but one could imagine. I would come over to her house with her favorite ice cream, some tissues, and some cheesy movie to cheer her up. Of course, in doing all this only reinforced the friend zone, or, rather, best friend zone but I couldn't help to want her to feel better.

If only she knew.. If only she would feel the same way..

Just then the bell rang, telling us to go to first period.