The next day I looked around the classroom. Nobody has asked me to be their valentine yet, well nobody that I liked. Who do I like? Well,... yeah who? Wait, maybe I shouldn't be getting a valentine this year, I mean, I always do, just not fall for them, well, I ain't tryna jinx it. Valentine's Day is f***ed up. It's just a reminder I'm single. I saw Jill. Ugh. I walked up to her.
"Well, if it ain't the little miss loser." I said.
"Say's the one without a date." she replied.
"Well, you're lonely too!"
"Am I really?" she grinned and walked away.
"You lonely asshole!"
"Damn Victoria." I turned around, it was the hipster group.
"What do you misfits want?"
"Smile." The took a camera and took a picture. I realized that I was in huge trouble here. Those weren't hipsters, they were the gossips. Every year on Valentine's day, they take a picture of the loner and write what those loners say and edit it to make the gossip more juicier.
"No! I didn't mean that!" I said.
"Vic got nicer, popularity is negative zero." one of the girls said.
"That's not even a real number!" I screamed and half sobbed.
"Exactly." They snapped their last picture of me and walked away. Why did I even come to school today? My blood started to boil up to my brain, I wanted to explode.
"Hey, Victoria." James waved. Ugh.
"What? I'm not going to be your valentine." I snapped.
"Calm yourself, I already have a valentine."