Star-Crossed Lovers - 1288 words.
Valentine's day was the one day that Jo hated. as she stormed into school, the pink remains of the card she had torn up hanging out the back pocket of the bag, where her little brother, Logan, had put it. With the door of the classroom nearly being thrown of its hinges, she slumped in her desk, where a rather amused Mr. Bryant was looking at her. "Is there anything you want to share with us?" he asked the angry girl, who gave him a sulking expression, which he had taken to mean 'No.' "So this card," he said, picking up the litter that had fallen out of the bag, "That exclaims a Master Templeton's affection for you is just a figment of the class's imagination?" Exchanging the rather vacant expression on her face to one of anger and embarrassment, she scoured the class for the little dweeb who had sent her the card that the teacher had read out. He was short, and he had large glasses. On the top of his head, was curly, greasy ginger hair, which one could see little flakes of dandruff inhabiting had one looked hard enough. Jo, on the other hand, was beautiful. She wasn't arrogant, but she knew she was beautiful. If someone said that she had beauty, then she wouldn't deny it, for she clearly was pretty, but she just absorbed it. Her waist-length hair was a shimmering brown colour, and went well with the hazelnut eyes that she flaunted on the other side of her face. She had a few freckles, dotting daintily around her nose, but nothing too astounding. In short, she was beautiful. As the glass were pointing, mocking her new-found love, her eyes flamed up, and you could see the red tinges around her hazel eyes, which one could only see when she was glaring. To seek comfort, she turned to her boyfriend, Matt, to gain insight on what to do. She was horrified to see Matt struggling to stifle his laughter, and nearly exploded with the mirth he had to conceal. With that, Jo lost her cool, and the angry mistress stormed out the room to the corridor, with tears welling up inside her dainty eyes. Mr. Bryant surveyed the card, and seeing Matt giving him a questioning look, he nodding, signaling for him to go and comfort his, probably former, girlfriend.
The door gently closed behind Matt, and he stretched his legs, in order to take a seat next to Jo. When he looked at her, she saw the tears flowing down her cheek, and the stains under her eyes made her look a mess. Matt shoved his hands in his pockets, but finding no evidence of a handkerchief, he ripped a bit of his T-Shirt to give to the girl sat next to her. Jo readily accepted it, and started wiping her eyes, bringing herself back to reality. Jo looked at the handsome young man sat next to her. He black hair was spiky above the top of his head, it made him look like a hedgehog, she had always said. His eyes were very pale, possessing a ghostly air to them, yet his lips were blood red. He had a few spots, but nothing more than what was to be expected one to have when going through the age that the class were at now. Jo didn't want to leave him, but how could someone who insulted her, who bullied her, really love her. She lowered her head, and resigned herself to thought. She really loved Matt, she knew that, and he was beautiful. He was funny, and when they were on dates, she couldn't help but look into his eyes and look at their future together, married with two, or even three children. Was it right to spoil that because of the stupid prank that her idiot younger brother pulled? But then, how insensitive was the boyfriend that sat next to her? If she were fired, would Matt laugh at her then, or would he mock her if she died. She imagined Matt standing up to the altar at her funeral, spouting out insults and jokes with her coffin stood behind him, losing all the respect she had because of her tragedy. She had a hard decision, and she looked up at the smiling boy, and realized she would miss a lot if she ever broke up with him.
Jo opened her mouth, but nothing game out but a small cough. Matt bent over the French book that she had brought out with her in her rage, and put his dark lips onto hers, and then, for what seemed like an eternity, they held their mouths, and they were in bliss. Jo had never felt such ecstasy before. Sure Matt had pecked her on the cheeks before, but this was the first time that he had... Well, that they had ever properly kissed before. The coldness of the lips that touched hers added to the warm feeling inside of her, as she glowed, readily, and as the lips let go of hers, she felt bare again, and empty as she had before she met Matt. She looked down again, and smiled. How could she abandon her true love after something like this? The bond between the two of them there, sat against the door to the French room had never been stronger, and she could tell Matt had shared the experience. In his eyes, there was a slight glimmer, and his lips had curved round into a smile. This was what true love was, Jo realized, and then she wanted nothing more than to cuddle Matt in her arms, and kiss all day. She opened her mouth, and with much greater confidence, she spoke to Matt, "I feel..." she said, before her voice crackled and faded out. "Don't speak," Matt said in his gently, melodic voice, putting a single, cold finger over her warm lips. Jo nodded, and stood up, grabbing the creased French book that the couple had forgotten about during their love. Hand in hand, they entered the door to face the class that had rejected Jo just minutes earlier.
The door flew open and a class swung their heads, to see the hands of the two lovers, bound behind their backs, much to the mirth of the class. Templeton blushed, as he saw the two glance at him, but luckily they took a seat on the other side of the classroom, and turned their backs to the geek who had been the target of such anger earlier. The lesson passed without anything else happening, thankfully, thought Jo. Templeton, who normally spent the lesson with his hand raised and his body jerking in anticipation of the next question, was much more quiet than normal. At the end of the lesson, just as they had entered, Matt and Jo exited hand in hand, much to the disappointment of the hoping boy, hopping out after them, trying to either look up the short skirt that Jo was wearing, try to propose or just apologies. Templeton pulled at the ripped remains of the seam that Matt had on, and as he turned round the look on his face grew domineering. Looking down on the small nerd that stood, looking up, he questioned in an elevated tone "Yes?" Matt struggled not to laugh, just as he had earlier, when the young kid's lip started quivering and tears welled up. He turned round, and ran. "I wonder what his problem is?" Matt joked as the two lovers, hand in hand, walked round the bend, with their lips sealed together. Valentine's Day is the one day that I love, thought Jo.
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