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Paper Hearts

Paper Hearts

p.j.m.

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Literally got this idea at 11 at night, and wrote it in a whim.   :P

Started: 11/15

Finished: 11/16

Edit/Revise: ?

February 14, 2012

"Wah! You got so many chocolates!"

"Please share some with me!"

A crowd swarms around your classmate in the desk next to you, desperate to get a glimpse of the most popular girl in school.

The classroom is decorated with long strips of paper hearts tacked all over the walls. The scent of flower aromas fill the air.

Valentine's day is here.

But for you, it's the most dreaded day of the year.

Of course, you were stuck in the same classroom as her. 

Suh Minjoo.

Practically everybody in the high school knew who she was, and you were pretty sure almost every boy was falling head over heels over her.

And your desk just had to be right next to hers.

"Minjoo! How do you get so much candy every year?" the girls ask, both jealousy and respect glinting in their eyes as they try to coax the secrets out of her. You scoff, not even bothering to turn your head to look at them. It was disgusting how they practically worshiped her.

"I really don't know," Minjoo laughs, handing out a few of her many chocolates to the girls forming a wall around her. "But at least that means there's more for everybody,"

It wasn't that Minjoo was mean. She wasn't like that at all.

She was just too nice. Sometimes it was so much that you wondered if it was all fake. But even if it was, nobody had ever caught her slacking off on her kind composure.

You look away from the noisy group next to you, laying your head down onto the cold surface of your own desk.

Your own, empty-surfaced desk.

You almost never received anything on this prestigious day of love. (There was one time in middle school when a boy gave you a lollipop, but he gave one to every student in the class as well)

It was bad to be jealous, but you couldn't help it. There was no girl who wasn't jealous of Minjoo.

There are a few more squeals coming from the desk beside you before you finally break. There is no way you can spend the rest of the break sitting next to her and her group of "followers".

Exhaling heavily, you trudge over to a random desk, as far away as possible in the corner of the classroom. It didn't matter that it was someone else's desk. They wouldn't be back until the break was over.

With a sigh of relief, you prop your elbows onto the table and cup your cheeks in the palm of your hands, closing your eyes to drown out as much noise as possible.