A/N: Someone told me I should write a Valentine's Day story, so I did. It's coming a little late but I like it. I hope you will too.
Disclaimer: I don't own NDSSG. I just get to play with the characters for a little while.
Warning: This is not my usual pairing, but it's one that's been stuck in my head for a while. I'm just testing out how it works outside of my mind.
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Missy Meany hates Valentine's Day.
It's the worst day of the year. People get all sappy and dumb. Sickening red and pink hearts covered in lace hang from every tile in the hallway and in the classrooms. Red wrapped candy and those little chalky heart candies are passed out. Everyone gives out the generic "Be Mine" valentine cards usually attached to a sucker or another piece of equally revolting candy. And none of it means anything.
As Missy walks the halls of her high school she sees cozy couples giving each other little tokens of their affection; a kiss here, a bouquet of roses there, hand made valentine here, cheap promise ring there, and all of them sharing those goofy lovey-dovey smiles. It's only eight o'clock in the morning for goodness sake! If this is going to go on all day Missy was going to have to do something drastic.
It was enough to make Missy scream. But she refrained; she has an image to protect after all. We can't have the head cheerleader running through the halls ripping out her own hair and screaming that she hates the world at the top of her lungs, now can we? No, we can't. So Missy flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and continued on her way to her locker.
She was too busy ruminating on how much she hates Valentine's Day to pay attention to where she was going, and that's how she ran smack into Jennifer Mosley; or more specifically, the back of Jennifer Mosley. She was so surprised that she stumbled, lost her balance, and fell scattering her binder and books across the floor.
"Oh! Are you okay, Missy?" Jennifer had turned and was now offering Missy a hand up, which Missy took with a frustrated and embarrassed blush heating her face.
"I'm fine, Mosley. Just distracted." She was too embarrassed to look Jennifer in the eyes. She had just turned herself into a total klutz in the middle of a crowded hallway…on Valentine's Day. She hates Valentine's Day. So, instead of trying to make excuses for herself she just bent to gather her things and collect her composure.
She sees Jennifer helping her pick up the books out of the corner of her eye and has to admire her character. She and Mosley had never been what one would call 'friends'. No, they were more in the realm of casual acquaintances. Mosley's helpfulness was unexpected; most of people Missy loosely deemed 'friends' wouldn't have helped her pick up her things. They would have laughed and walked away. Maybe she needs new friends; Mosley would probably make a really good one.
Missy had gathered as much of her stuff as she could and was standing again adjusting her load to fit more comfortably. "Here're the rest of your books." Mosley stood in front of her holding out three books and a small stack of papers. Missy took them with a quiet 'thank you' and settled them with the rest of her load.
She took a step around Mosley, intent on getting to her locker, when she felt a restraining hold on her arm. She looked at the hand then at the face of the person it belonged to, Mosley. "Are you sure you're okay?" Intensely focused concern shone out of her eyes and Missy wondered where it had come from, surely Mosley couldn't be worried about her.
"I'm fine, Mosley. I told you I'm just distracted. It's this whole Valentine's Day stuff. I'll get over it." Missy tried to brush off Mosley's concern, for some reason knowing that Mosley cared made Missy unsure of herself. With the reassurance of Missy's words Mosley reluctantly let her go.