Finally, the torture that was a dorm meeting was over, I waited as people started to filter out. Well, more like shove and run out. Even my friends hurry to leave.
Felicity gives my shoulder a light squeeze of encouragement and an apologetic smile before accepting Barry's hand with a smile and following the others out.
Taking a deep breath, I make sure my flowers are now safely nestled in my left arm before slowly trailing behind the groups, down the steps towards the front where Ronnie is already waiting for me, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous way. When he saw me looking at him he smirked and winked at me and I looked down towards the floor, a little embarrassed to be caught pretty close to staring at him. Biting my lip, I make my way over, and stand next to him for the first time longer than 5 seconds.
As the last person leaves the room, we are left alone with Miss Creta and I tense up, trying to prepare to be on the receiving end of her anger. Our shoulders bump and I immediately look back at his face when his fingers intertwine with my right hand. We just watch each other for a few seconds before Miss Creta snaps at us and begins her scolding.
Standing next to Ronnie I feel much more confident, like I can handle this. Discretely he plays with my hand, not paying strict attention to her. Soon she releases us and we leave the room, still holding hands.
"I can't believe you ordered a pizza for Valentine's Day." Ronnie laughs, and I find myself giggling.
"I know, I feel the same. I don't even know for sure how I came up with that, I remembered someone mentioning it was your food so…" I trail off with a shrug and a small smile.
We slowly make our way back to the dorms and find ourselves at my room. Thea and Laurel were sitting on her bed, and on my nightstand, was a vase with water in it already for the roses. The second we stepped through the door Thea jumped up and yanked the flowers from me and put them in the vase and Laurel yanked the pizza and put it in the fridge before the two of the pulled us and pushed us onto the couch. Thea clicked play on the music player and Laurel dimmed the lights as they scurried out the door giggling like mad. My mouth was hanging slightly open at what just happened as romantic music played softly.
"What just happened?" I stare at the door.
"I think they want us to have a romantic date or something." I reply, rolling my eyes. "I also think they planned that after they fled that meeting." I raise an eyebrow when I look at the small coffee table a few feet from the large couch. Shrugging I pick up the two champagne flutes and offer one to Ronnie. He takes it with a smile and we clink our glasses gently before sipping at our drinks.