F ebr U ary - Valentines Day competition

My name is Eron, pronounced, "Air-on". It's really Eros, but I gotta keep cover, people study about me. Most people would know me as Cupid and well, that is true. Every February - gross - I find 5 people their true loves. IF I don't find their true loves, my grandfather, Zeus, punishes me by taking away my wings and bow for the rest of my life. Do I get anything good out of it? Nope, just me doing a favor for everyone else.

(Valentines day competition entry! This is the writing part :)


7. Chapter 5: The guy called Harry

The next day was the usual. Me being bugged and followed around by AJ, shooting arrows for fun, and me being completely loveless.

                My forefinger and thumb grasped the bow’s string as I pulled back. My eye squinted so I could get eye to eye with the target. I was using a false bow – one that wasn’t mine. As my eye coordination was in place, I let go. The arrow zoomed through the air and hit the target straight through the middle.

“Nice.” AJ clapped, pulling out his bow. He repeated the same thing I did and shot right through it. He shot right through my fucking arrow. What the fuck?

“Okay…AJ damn how the fuck –“He cut me off as he polished his arrows.

“Secrets Eron, secrets.” He said, bragging a bit. Okay, we get it AJ – you can shoot.

“It must have taken you years to learn that! I mean that technique!” I exclaimed. I’ll admit, I treated archery like it was football.

“Yea well, I was kind of born a natural – but I got to go use the bathroom – have fun.”

                He walked off the field with his blonde curly hair blowing around in the slight breeze. AJ was my clone, except there was little things he was better at – archery. I check my watch and it was February 3rd, 2:48 pm. I still only had 11-days left.

                The only person I managed to make fall in love, was Pandora. That girl went after what she desired which happened to be herself.


Speaking of Pandora.


                She walked onto the archery field with a bunch of girls in our school’s dance team uniform. To my not surprise, she was holding her phone and talking to it. From this distance, I couldn’t tell if she was facetiming someone, or if she was looking at herself again. Finally, I just decide to go over and talk. It doesn’t hurt to find out if she remembers me being Cupid.

“Hey, Pandora.” I greet, approaching her and causing the other girls to giggle.

“Oh – hey Laron.” She replied, messing up my fucking easy ass name to pronounce.

“It’s Eron.” I correct, folding my arms. All the dance girls began to stretch. All of them were okay looking except the one chick who looks like a snake.

“Oh, right. What do you need anyway?” she asked, blowing a kiss at her phone, then shoving it into her dance bag.

“Uh…I was just wondering if –“She interrupted me, and gave me a disgusting look.

“Eron, I will not go and make out with you.” She said, ever so calmly. Okay, that was pissing me off just a tad bit. All the dance girls looked over and started laughing.

“I wasn’t going to ask that, but good to know.” She sighed, “ I was going to ask if you remember anything from the morning you fell in love with yourself?”

                Every girl around us gave me a concerned look like I was crazy. They wouldn’t understand because they don’t have the golden arrow and bow. Pandora placed her hands on her hips and looked at the sky with her mouth slightly open. It was like she was pondering about it or something.

“Uhh, no? I didn’t even remember your name bud.”

“Okay good – no is all I needed, thanks.” I started to walk away, but an unfamiliar voice said,

“Hello ladies.”

                I turned around to see a tall dude with pale skin, black hair, and green eyes. He was wearing a band t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. It was almost like he was emo, but the girls started to, “ooh” and, “Ahh” over him.

“Oh, it's you –“ Pandora started, rolling her eyes, “What do you want?”

“To check out the team obviously.”

“Umm, no you aren’t. Get out creep.” She scolded, “Okay girls, get information.”

“’Okay girls, get in formation.’” He mimicked. Wow, what an ass. What was I supposed to do? Stand up for these girls? Actually…

“I’m here to be your critique.”

“Yea, a critique on my girl’s asses? Get lost.” Pandora shooed him away, and he bit his lip and grabbed her ass. Holy shit. I wouldn’t even do that.

“HEY, YOU!” I shouted, without thinking. He finally spotted me with his green eyes and tilted his head.

“Hey, he looks like that one Cupid kid.” He laughed, pointing. Suddenly everyone looked at me and started to laugh hysterically. Very Funny.

“Think what you fucking want to, but Cupid is actually a fat baby thank you very much.” I lied because I know Cupid isn’t fat – I’m fucking Cupid.

“That’s exactly why you look like him.”

                I stormed over to this kid trying to make a big impression on myself only to find out that he was not only taller than me, but he was also more muscular.

“Okay, big guy, I just wanted to say hi earlier, but I think now it might just be more than hi.” I puffed my chest out, realizing it was more of bone and abs on my torso than to buff-ness.

“Oh, yea?” He got closer to my face. It was a gay realization or something.

“Okay, guys – that’s enough Eron.” Pandora protested. Seriously? Why “That’s enough” me? This big guy here thinks he’s the shit! The only reason I was going to try and talk to him was to help Pandora out, help her get some space.

“No, I think this kid has something to say.” He raised his arm, and shoved his pointer finger at Pandora’s lips, shushing her and not taking an eye off me. Well fuck.

“What’s your name?” I asked in an aggressive tone.

“They call me Harry. Surprised you haven’t heard.”

“Well Harry, you should probably fuck off these girls.”

“How about you fuck off?” He said, making a point. Why the hell was I still here?

“I will as soon as you leave.”

“Jesus, I’ve been here for about 5-minutes and you already have shit to say.”

                Before I could do anything, He looked at me with this dark stare. My whole body felt so limp and so weak – almost like it was numb. I raised my fists with my non-existent strength because I don’t know what it was, but he was making me feel weird. Was I scared of this kid? I nearly clocked his nose until he did it first.

                Angry, I got up and started to feel strong again. I pushed him. Wow, Eron, punching him is totally going to work. He laughed and rammed me into the bleachers.

“HEY STOP!” Pandora yelled. Of course, we didn’t stop, we’re boys. He looked at me weird again, and I went limp once again.

What an ass.

                He grabbed my head and banged it at least 5 times as I could remember, and after that everything wasn’t so clear. Just a little yellow blur ran across me and that was it.


Next thing I know, I’m on the ground and blacked out. You know, it’s this time of year where I just constantly think,


Fuck you.

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