A/NHi! This is a Threeshot I decided to write for Valentines Day! Lol.
Secret Admirer
Chapter 1
I sighed. It was valentines again and this was the one day, more like year, I actually wanted something to happen. I know, I know, it's usually not something I'd look forward to, but hey, I'm a girl and a girl has needs? Who cares if I'm not the perfect type of girl, I just want something to happen this valentines day.
I stepped into Seaview High, looking around at the Valentines decorations. It was already a day before valentines and I know for sure that nothing will happen today. It's logical; people give me things for Miley, not for myself.
I'm not exactly the 'desirable' one. Although there was always at least someone, one person, who'd give me something, but I never knew who it was. It was either a single rose or a card for valentines. Well, it's my last year in Seaview and I want to know who it is.
As I got close to the lockers, I could already see Miley hugging some random guy, obviously giving her a valentine's gift. Typical. Seriously, why cant I be the one receiving all the gifts?
I shook my head and walked up to Miley as the boy left with a big smile on his face. Miley turned to her locker and stuffed a teddy bear into her locker. I rolled my eyes and tapped her shoulder.
"Another boy looking for love?" I asked as I did the combination of my lock.
"Yep, number 5 of today. It's kind of early for Valentines, don't you think?" She questioned as she looked into the mirror of her locker and did her hair.
I sighed. "Well that's number zero for me. I still have nothing." I shrugged and stuffed a few books in my locker.
"Has that creepy stalker guy given you anything yet?" Miley asked and I shook my head.
Creepy stalker guy equals guy who gave me a valentines present every year for the past 5 years. It started my 6th grade year until last year and I never found out who it was. I never really cared for it until now and it gets me interested you know? I wonder if he is going to give me something this year, or I hope so. I would love to feel a little excitement from getting something from someone.
"Nope, it's a little early for someone to give it. Plus Valentines is tomorrow. From what I remember, he always gave it toward the end of the day. It doesn't matter, maybe he moved on." I shrugged and slammed my locker shut.
Miley giggled. "Come on Lilly, have you ever wondered who it might be? It's been 5 years; he could be completely obsessed with you. Why won't you just stick to your locker and look out for him? He could be hot." Miley grinned and closed her locker as well.
"I don't know." I leaned against my locker and looked up to the ceiling. "I just want at least one Valentine this year."
"Meaning?" Miley waited for my answer and I sighed.
She knew what I meant. I know she does. I just get embarrassed thinking about it since I don't exactly like admitting it. Sure, I tell her I like someone, but telling her I actually want a boy to be my valentine this year? No way.
"You know what I mean." I jokingly punched her shoulder.
"Nope!" She smiled and shook her head.
"Ugh." I sighed and put my hands over my cheeks. "I want a Valentine, say someone today asks me to be their valentine, it's something I really want." I finally said, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"And what would your perfect Valentine be?" Miley asked, ignoring the act that I was already embarrassed.
"Well, for starters, for that secret admirer of mine to come out of the closet and tell me who it is." I replied.
If he's the only person that actually likes me, then sure, why not let him be my valentine. He always asks me to be my valentine, but he never got up to me and said it. It only makes me wonder.
"Stalker guy gave you something?" A voice popped up beside me and I jumped a bit. I looked and saw Oliver standing right next to me.
I grinned and elbowed his stomach. He's so sneaky and annoying and yet I hang out with him. I guess that's what donuts do when their bored.
"No he didn't and come on, he's sweet! Last year he wrote me a cute poem. This year, I just want him to come clean and tell me who he is. That's all I want. I want an actual valentine this year where this sweet and sensitive guy leaves me clues to who he is… maybe even, I don't know; give me a teddy bear instead of the usual flowers and card. Something romantic, haha, but it's just my mind." I shook my head.
I'm telling these two what I want for Valentines and yet I'll never get a Valentine. They didn't even ask me, how stupid of me. Ah I hate it when I randomly tell them how I feel.
"You're looking for a cute valentine then huh?" Miley asked and nudged me.
I nodded. "Yes, gosh yes." I cupped my cheek. "Just something incredibly romantic for once! It's my last year in High school and I plan to make my last Valentines in high school good. Plus, I've always wanted a Valentine. Maybe three roses representing something… plus my favorite number and… Hmm…. Just something cute, but no way will this ever happen. I'm not pretty enough." I stuck my tongue out and started walking.
"You're pretty Lilly, don't say you're not." Miley piped in and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, come on, you're…. pretty." Oliver seemed a bit hesitant when he said it.
Great. He's holding back. That must mean I am ugly.
"Stop lying, you're so pretty Miley, you always get presents and stuff from boys. I get one thing from one guy, the same guy from every year!" I exclaimed and stopped walking. I spun around and looked at her.
"Well, how do you know this person is a guy? That person could be a girl for all we know!" Oliver suddenly says and I glared at him.
"Wow that makes me feel a lot better." I lied and started walking again. Ah this sucks, I have explaining myself.
"Idiot!" I hear Miley with a yelp from Oliver.
She hit him.
"You know, it shouldn't be bad. Just… leave a message for the guy, I am assuming this person is a guy, on your locker and tell him to meet you somewhere." Miley suggested and I stopped walking again.
That was a great idea; I could do that, but what if he's someone I don't want it to be? I'm suddenly expecting a lot and how do I know if he's going to give me something this year? This is pathetic; I need to stop this right now. I'm letting my mind get in control of me! I need to dig up some of this old stuff to see if I have a clue in whom this could possibly be.
"Lilly, don't think of it too much, maybe he's closer than you expect." Oliver said as I felt his hand on my shoulder.
My heart raced and it made me feel like he was right. Maybe he was someone I knew, gah, what if he's one of my skater friends? Would one of them really be my secret admirer? But then I only knew most of them since my freshman year. There was only one who I knew since my 6th grade year and it was the one and only Todd, but Todd's not that romantic. Who could it be?
"Thanks for the support, I suppose." I sighed and shook my head.
I shrugged him off and started walking again. When wee finally reached our English class, it was packed and the late bell rang right when we reached our seats. Talk about good timing, I don't think I could handle staying in detention again.
"Hola everyone." Mr. Corelli said as he entered the class room.
He wore a pink vest with a white shirt. He held a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. I wonder what the heck he's coming up with today. He is so weird.
"Now class, I know you must be wondering what I'm doing with this bow and arrow-"
"And wearing that hideous pink vest." Someone in the back of the class announced making the rest of the students laugh.
"Hey now quiet down." Mr. Corelli scrunched his face and put the bow and arrow down.
"Tomorrow is Valentines Day and you know what that means? Love is in the air!" He exclaimed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"And what's your point?" Oliver asked and Mr. Corelli smiled.
"Well, what goes well with love?" He asked and I shrugged.
"A relationship?" I said.
"Kisses?" Miley shouted.
"Sex?" Another said.
"No, no, and definitely not, but good guesses!" He said and clasps his hands together. "Lovey dovey poems." He grinned and we groaned.
"Hey hey hey!" He held his hands up. "Now, this might not sound right, but just write one and turn it in tomorrow. Extra credit for reading it out loud tomorrow." He glanced at Oliver. "Some of us actually need the extra credit to pass and graduate."
Oliver sunk in his seat and I giggled. I wonder what kind of poem Oliver would read? It would be funny; he probably sucks at writing poems, although I have never read one of his. He'd probably write his love for beef jerky or something.
I reached for my back pack and took my planner from it to write down the homework. I sighed. Poems, I have to reread that poem that guy gave me. Gosh, if only there was an easier way to find out who wrote this poem, but how?
I cupped both my cheeks and placed my elbows on the table to think about it.
Gah, this is so strange, but I hope I do find my valentine.
A/Nthere goes Chapter one J Hope you enjoyed this :D