You sat at your desk with your head resting on the desk staring of into the distance as usual. You obviously weren't paying much attention to your surroundings or what was going on. You were so out of it that you didn't even hear your teacher call for you. Your best friend, Francis shook your arm causing you to suddenly lift your head up in confusion only to see a Mr Kirkland frowning at you.
"Please pay attention, _." He said sternly in his obnoxiously british accent. Mr Kirkland was quite a handsome young man. For a teacher, anyway.
He had really gorgeous green eyes and really soft looking light blonde hair. He was pretty grumpy most of the time though and his lessons? Well, they were completely and utterly boring. He would drone on and on and he had a bit of a temper. He wasn't very patient with anybody. If you didn't understand anything, tough luck. He was never going to repeat himself. No wonder the entire class was failing at most of the subjects. You uttered a sigh and sat up straight causing Francis chuckle quietly to himself.
Before Mr Kirkland could carry on with his boring lecture about god knows what, there was a brisk knock on the door.
The blonde teacher sighed in exasperation before marching to the door and pulling the door open quite violently, revealing Mr Yang holding a bouquet of roses and a large smile plastered from ear to ear.
"Happy valentines day, aru!"
The day of the year where public displays of affection were at an all time high,nobody wanted to see teenagers sucking each others faces off right in front of them reminding you of how forever alone you are going to be, and everyone received cards, flowers and chocolates. Everyone except you of course.
Mr Yang flitted around the class, handing out the roses to the assigned students in a cheerful manner. Everyone started getting up and took this as a signal to exchange gifts. Francis' side of the table was covered in crimson roses and cards in mere minutes. Those girls really outdid themselves this year. And then there was your side of the table. Only your small pencil case and a blank sheet of paper was on your side of the table, like always.. You sighed sadly and began doodling furiously causing a puncture in the sheet from your violent stabbing of the pen. Every year was the same. You would receive nothing and go back home and watch rom coms your mother in the dark whilst stuffing yourself with ice cream.
It's not that boys didn't like you. You got along pretty well with most of the boys but that was mostly the problem. You were much too nice to them though so they all considered you as a friend. If they needed help, they would come to you (especially with girl troubles.) None of them were actually interested in you. None of them actually interested you either but you just wished that someday, you would actually receive a beautiful rose of your own. You honestly didn't really care about who it was from at this point.
Francis, being the great friend that he was always offered some of his chocolates to you saying that he didn't feel like eating them all but you always refused bitterly. He nodded knowingly and didn't ask you again. Once Mr Yang left, everyone grumpily returned to their seats, whispering excitedly to their neighbours. Girls giggled. Boys bragged and you sat in your seat with nothing doodling flowers. At this point, your paper was practically ripped in half so you picked it up and crumpled it in your fist moodily.
Once the bell rung, you quickly rushed to pack your things and and leave only to be stopped by Mr Kirkland standing in front of the door.
"Yes?" You asked, looking anxiously over your shoulder as Francis left the classroom with a wave,smirking.
"Is everything alright, _? You seemed a little out of it today" He said in an oddly soft tone, so unlike him.
"I'm fine." You muttered wanting to leave as quickly as possible.
"Well… if you're sure. Pay attention. It's for your own good in the end, alright?"
You rolled your eyes and nodded before turning and running out to try and catch up with your blonde haired french idiot.
You walked into the class with Francis slightly late. It was all his fault as always. He was the one that convinced you to make a stop at the cafeteria so he could get some napkins for some girl that managed to walk into a brick wall and get a nose bleed. You still thought that she did that on purpose just to catch Francis' attention.
Mr Yang was at it again with the roses.
"Goddamnit" You thought "Enough with the stupid flowers already." You stomped past the Chinese man, grumpily pushing past students in your way.
You walked up to your seat to find a single rose sitting on your side of the desk. Your eyes widened as you slowly extended your arm to pick it up. You ran your fingers over the delicate petals and pressed the flower to your nose, taking in the sweet smell. With a smile you put it back down carefully and settling down in your seat. Francis nudged you with his elbow ,wiggling his eyebrows.
"It seems you have caught the attention of some mysterious person, hon hon hon."
You looked around the room suspiciously and caught the eye of Mr Kirkland who was staring at you. He gave you an embarrassed which you shyly returned.