I don't own on any of the original Twilight characters. I do own Megan though. Anyway, I had this idea for Valentine's Day and never posted it until now. It's pure fluff with some lemons when Megan's bad luck strikes. Reviews help but I'm not going to beg for them. I have written bits and pieces of this story but it jumps around in time a lot so now I'm just trying to fill in the blank spaces where months have been skipped. Forgive me if I don't post for a little bit.
Happy Valentine's Day!
I HATE Valentine's Day, it is purely a day for those couples to ostracize us poor single folk and make us feel bad about ourselves when we don't get any roses or chocolates or even a kiss. I can't stand Valentine's Day and to top it off it always seems to be the worst day of the year for me- everything, and I do mean everything, seems to go wrong on Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day is worse than Friday the 13th for me.
This morning I walked into school to find the whole hallway covered in red and pink, with hearts and baby cupids filling every possible space. I purposefully gagged.
I was walking to my locker when a love-stupid freak ran into me, hard.
"Oh, I'm sorry." The fool apologized.
I was busy stumbling backwards quickly. When I finally got my footing again, I sidestepped him and muttered under my breath, "Yah, whatever."
"I really am sorry." The dude apologized again, this time daring to put a hand on my shoulder. I raised my eyes slowly but lingered on the amazing abs that were just inches from my face and itching to get out from underneath that tight black t-shirt. Realization hit me like a brick wall. Super tall, super muscled- I'd been run into by one of the hall monitors. My eyes worked up to the face only to see that it was Collin, whose delicious brown eyes bore down into my own ice-blue ones. I noticed his best friend, Brady, waiting for Collin while his hands were intertwined with Katherine's as they talked quickly and quietly, totally in their own little world.
"Okay, I believe you." I sighed resignedly. His face broke out into the biggest smile ever; I literally thought his face was going to break in half.
"It's Megan, right?" Collin asked, ever so slowly dropping his hand from my shoulder. I thought that was what I had wanted but the moment his hand was gone I wanted it back. I couldn't help but love the way he said my name, it sent shudders down my spine. Then I was appalled at myself for acting like I had any feelings towards any of the hall monitors.
"Yes," I replied then figured I'd mess with him a little bit, "And you would be…?"
"Collin." He supplied then I shook my head to signal that his name didn't ring any bells. His mouth mashed into a frustrated frown then I couldn't stand to see him not smiling so I quickly gave up my façade.
"Hey, kidding." I smiled at him. His face flushed for a minute before his face broke out into a grin again.
"Hey Megan! Happy Valentine's Day!" Kat said, noticing me for the first time. I never wanted to punch somebody more than in that moment but I knew Brady would just get in my way.
"Yah, happy freakin' Valentine's Day." I mumbled back and Collin choked back laughter. As my ex-best friend, you would think she would remember that I hate Valentine's Day but apparently not. Brady looked mad and stepped towards me but glanced down when Kat curled herself closer to him, then he was calm again.
"Well, I'm leaving now." I stated after a beat of silence and took off down the hall. I heard Collin call after me but kept my head down and walked away as fast as possible.
Once I'd reached the sanctuary known as art class where I knew Ms. Hambiliton would have refused to have any of the ridiculous red and pink throw up on her walls, I sunk down in my spot and popped my iPod as I whipped open my sketch book. Then realization hit me and I knew that today art would no longer be my sanctuary because we were finger painting but our only colors were red, pink, and white.
The rest of the class slowly funneled in and the moment before the bell rang Arabella plopped down next to me.
"Today sucks." She stated yanking out her art supplies.
"Way to state the obvious but my dear friend the worst has yet to come." I said sarcastically as I clapped a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't tell me." Arabella moaned slamming her face down on the table in regret.
I plastered a smile on my face and said, "And… all day we get to watch the love struck suckers get roses and chocolates and teddy bears."
"I told you NOT to tell me, you cow." Arabella whined hopelessly.
"Hey! Watch it!" I exclaimed in protest.
"I say it with love on this glorious, lovely day." She retorted sarcastically.
We spent the rest of class listening to our respective iPods and not talking at all. At the end of class I stepped back and looked at my piece that was a heart killed as many ways as possible with a bloodied hand print streaked across it. Of course everything was in various shades of red, pink, and white. Lunch finally rolled around, Ara and I decided to eat it outside so we could enjoy the sun and bash all the fools in love without them overhearing.
