The Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day. I used to hate this event not so long ago. An always-single person like me had had a hard time among all those happy couples kissing and cuddling everywhere on any normal day. During Valentine’s, it had been ten times worse. The romantic scenes, like from cheap romances, seen at every corner of my school had been unnerving, but what had really bothered me was the lack of my own happiness. I had been mostly envious of the love they shared; I had yearned to share my life with someone else like they had done. But my situation was different this year. I finally had someone of my own, with whom I could share cheesy romantic moments. And although I had always claimed it not to be something for a strong feminist like me, I was happy.

My math lesson was continuing without me paying any attention. I hated math with all my heart; not only because the only thing connected with it I could do was count money, but also because of the boring teacher. Moreover, in my opinion, I didn’t need the subject for anything; calculators and special software had been invented for a reason after all! So, I busied myself with drawing different things in my notebook. This time, influenced by the atmosphere of Valentine’s Day, I was sketching hearts all over the page. Caught up in my thoughts about my date later, I suddenly heard a loud creak.

When the classroom door opened everybody went silent. My eyes almost jumped out of their sockets at the sight of the person coming inside. It was Edward, my vampire boyfriend. I smiled at the sound of this word. This gorgeous man was MY boyfriend. Mine.

However, the fact that he had burst into the room during a lesson like that surprised me. He might have been bad-tempered, but he had never behaved that rudely before, especially not in public. Maybe he’s just happy with the present I got him for Valentine’s Day and was too eager to wait ‘till our meeting to give me his, I wondered with a goofy smile on my face. I had left the gift in his car this morning when he had been driving me to school so he would find it easily. Not that he wouldn’t have anyway. It had been very hard to get him what I had planned, but after some painful and tricky tries, I had finally managed to make it. And I was utterly proud of myself for that.