29. Valentine's Day
If there's anything I hate more than Mitchie Torres, it's Valentine's Day. Year after year, my Valentine's Day is the worst day of the year. I don't know what it is about it that makes it such a failure but it does, and it's the same every year. The first year I had a boyfriend? He dumped me on Valentine's Day.
It doesn't get any better than this, and the stories include a guy taking me out to McDonald's for our romantic dinner and finding a guy in bed with another girl. So, as you can probably tell, Valentine's Day is not my favorite holiday. I always have a boyfriend on Valentine's Day because, well, I always have a boyfriend. But year after year, I break up with them after Valentine's Day.
This is actually the first year since the first guy I dated that I don't have a boyfriend for the love-fest, only because the asshole decided it'd be just so funny to ask if I wanted to have a threesome – as if I'd have a threesome with him and some cheap slut he found on the street.
So now I'm boyfriend-less while Caity tells me all the wonderful things she's got planned with Shane, and I don't have to be psychic to know Nate and Mitchie will be doing something equally amazing and romantic. Me? I'm going to stay home, take a nice bath, and read magazines.
Once I finish helping Caitlyn get ready and she leaves, I turn on the water and collect all the candles around my apartment to put them in the bathroom. I have to set the mood, don't I? After lighting the candles, putting a John Mayer CD in and taking some magazines to the bathroom, I undress, but right before I can get in, the doorbell rings.
"Who the hell is ringing my doorbell on Valentine's Day?" I mutter to myself as a grab a towel and wrap it around my body. Not exactly happy about whoever was interrupting my relax time, I walk to the front door and open it, only to see Jason White standing right in front of me.
"What are you doing here, Jason?" I ask impatiently, and he looks at me nervously. Is he here to ask me out or something? Because honestly, Jason's the last guy I'd go out with. So he's pretty much just wasting his time.
"Well, I know you're not doing anything tonight –" he starts and I cut him off.
"What makes you think I have nothing to do?" I ask and he looks at me quizzically.
"You're in a towel," Jason says, and I sigh and look down. I guess he's right, isn't he? I glare at him before stepping back so he can come in, because why would I leave the poor guy out there? As pathetic and annoying as he is, I still wouldn't do that to him. Maybe Shane, but not Jason. He's too sweet and clueless. Jason walks in, but I stay by the door, shocked by what I'm thinking. Since when do I find Jason, Jason White, sweet and clueless?
I shake my head and follow Jason, still frowning. He looks at me, blushes brightly, and looks down. "What, Jason?" I ask impatiently.
"Um, Tess?" he starts hesitantly. "You're still in, um, a towel."
I look at him and roll my eyes. "Oh, grow up and stop being such a baby," I say but walk into my room anyway, coming out a bit later in my favorite fluffy bathrobe. I found Jason sitting down on my couch, looking at some DVDs.
When he heard me come in, he turned around and smiled at me. "Wanna watch a movie?" he asked.
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To be continued… Mwahahaha.