Summary: Valentine's Day at Duchesne.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Every Rose Has its Thorns
Jack POV
I stood outside the gates of Duchesne, trying not to lose my cool. Today was Valentine's Day. Normally I'd ignore it, pretend it was like any other day and promptly get rid of any flowers I received. But now
I have someone to give something to.
Schuyler
I smiled. Ever since we bumped into each other outside The Bank I haven't stopped thinking about her. It amazes me that I hadn't noticed her before.
I smiled to myself and went inside. I walked to the student council table that was set up in the auditorium. The girl there at first looked surprised but quickly got her bearings and put at flirty smile
on her face.
I internally rolled my eyes.
"A bouquet of white roses please." I said politely.
"White?" she asked. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I said getting impatient. "I'm sure."
Maybe she sensed that I was losing my patience because she immediately got the crate of roses out.
"How many?" She asked sourly.
A three foot tall bouquet of white roses. handed me the bouquet and I set it down on the table opposite her.
Now for the card.
I tried to think if something to say to her. Something that was between the two of us.
I grinned as I scrawled the note.
"For Schuyler, Who doesn't like love stories."
I didn't sign my name.
I paced outside her biology classroom. I had talked my way out of class to give the student council volunteers the bouquet. Now I was nervous.
Do not back out. Do not back out. I told myself.
A nice looking girl from my calculus class was there to pick it up. She smiled shyly and quickly walked into the room.
Now I just have to somehow find the patience to wait.
The final bell rang and the entire class rushed to the door. I stayed and put all of my things together. Mimi got up, gave me a dark glare and walked out the door.
Great. I thought.
She must have been with Schuyler when she got the
flowers. I mentally kicked myself. Now she would be furious with me. I walked out the door and to my locker. I turned to see Mimi shoot me a look before driving off in the car.
The one we both were taking
home. I sighed.
There would a storm when I got home.
I opened my locker and inside was a single white rose.
I looked closer at it and there was a note attached. Two words were scrawled on it.
Thank you.
I smiled. Maybe the storm will be worth it.
Short, and hopefully sweet. My friend has been telling me to write this forever so…
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