An Unlikely Valentine

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I’m very happy to find out that people really liked my stories so I won’t give up now! Also, part 2 of ‘My Loving and Caring Girlfriend’ will be out sometime this weekend (that is if it gets published on time). But anyway, here’s a story I had on my mind for a few days. It’s a lot longer than I would have liked it, for many story lovers, you may like this one!

All characters are 18+.

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I hated high school. From the superficial friends to the constant rumors and viral videos, it was a hell for me.

Because I was one of those victim.

In my senior year and when I finally turned 18, a video of me leaked of me beating off in the stalls of the men’s bathroom went viral. It was enough to make my mom not even look at me some days. I felt worthless.

And I felt that way. I was a loner. I didn’t have any friends, I never had a girlfriend, I was seen as a beta by my male peers, and even had sex. People can look at me and tell I never smashed before. It fucked with me and my life just became a cycle of self-hatred and pity.

What made this all so much worse was that I was bullied as well. By a trio of girls named Lily, Minerva, and Ciri. They were the ones who spread rumors of me beating off and later found out that Minerva was the one who took the video of me.

Of course, it was fucking Minerva.

To describe what she looked like, she is tall at 6’1″ (I’m 6′) She has black hair down to her middle of her back, pretty thicc in the ass and thigh department, but lacking up top. The jocks used to make fun of that, but after she knocked the QB, no one dared mock her again. Her eyes were weird, one was purple and the other was her natural eye color, hazel. Maybe it was because of her clique, because she dressed semi-gothic (wore a chocker and wore black nail polish).

The thing is that she’s really pretty but damn, her personality was that of Satan.

Out of the three, Minerva was easily the worst. Unlike Ciri and Lily who just called me names and took my things, Minerva was the one who always got physical with me. Whether it was pushing me down stairs or pulling down my pants in the hallway, she would seek out me in particular.

Of course, she bullied other people but with me, I was her

priority. So many times has she been in the middle of picking on someone, only for her to see me and toss them to the side, just to make my day a living hell.

I will never forget her eyes: full of determination and a certain form of lust to witness me crash in spirit.

*

The day was February 13th, a few weeks after my birthday. The video died down and everything went back to normal. Tomorrow was going to be hell. It was literally the most the most dreadful day in human history for lonely people.

I was in my second to last class, Biology, when an announcement came onto the intercom.

It was the principal, Mrs. Collins. An older woman who was well respected and feared by the students and staff. We usually have the assistant principal do the announcements but whenever Mrs. Collins got on the mic, it was serious.

The class shut up almost immediately when they heard her clear her voice. She spoke with elegance into the microphone:

“This is an important announcement for all students and staff. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, as many of you know, however, we WILL NOT be celebrating Valentine’s Day here during school hours. This means no crush-o-grams, flowers, cholocates, and/or public displays of affection. That is all.”, she says shutting off the microphone.

My class erupted in dispute when she finally finished her message.

“Is she fucking serious?” a girl said.

“She can’t be any more heartless, can she?” another girl said.

Our biology teacher, Mr. Enes, quiets the class saying,

“Hey! This is what the school board chose. We, the teachers, have no power over this. Now, let’s finish up on the worksheet for mitosis before the bell rings, okay?”

As my peers were still in disarray and clearly frustrated by Collins’ announcement, I was internally at ease. Happy. More than happy. Ecstatic! For the first time while being in the school system, I wouldn’t have to endure going to school and seeing people experiencing something I’ve never had. Love.

Now, it would be an equal playfield, for once.

After my last class, Social Studies, I was in so much joy from the locker that I practically skipped down the hall. I saw Minerva and her gang in the hall, giving a girl I knew (and once liked) named Zara a hard time. Considering that Zara always treated me like shit, I gladly ignored her and took an alternate longer route to my locker.

But upon coming closer to my locker, I found something sticking out of it. Was that a sweater? A paperback book? I move closer to it and checked the locker number.

Yup, definitely my locker.

I unlock it and inside I found a small, thin, red, heart-shaped card. Inside of it shocked me. It was a picture of me but it wasn’t a picture from a video or an embarrassing moment. It was a picture of my face, alanya escort of me smiling and laughing. I don’t even remember smiling that hard.

Beneath in the card, it had a small letter. It read:

“If only you knew how beautiful you were. You don’t know who I am, I guess you could call me a secret admirer but I really like you, Dennis. Fuck Collins and her rules, I was going to give this to in person, but I chickened out. I also can’t tell you who I am because I’m scared of how you’ll react but words can’t describe how much I like being around you.”

What the fuck? This is a joke, right?

It was handwritten but I had never seen this penmanship before. It was like calligraphy, beautiful and with no hitch or nick in the swoops and curves across the paper.

I walked home, thinking of all of the possibilities. Whether this was a joke or for real, and who could have written it. I have no friends so it couldn’t be someone I know. It wasn’t Zara because her penmanship is too small.

Fuck it, it had to be a prank.

I went home, seeing my mom in the kitchen, making grilled chicken and rice.

“Hey mom.” I said weakly.

“Hey.”, my mom said, turning a bit and seeing her eyes still so full of disappointment from that day.

It still stings her, huh?

As I go upstairs, I tap on my older sister’s, Vi’s, door.

“Hey, I’m home.” I say behind the mahogany door.

“I know,” I hear from behind the door.

Yeah, it would’ve had to have been a prank, I thought.

That night, I cried in my bed. A bit of blasphemy happened. I was just upset. Why is it that people get nice things but no matter how I tried, I get nothing back?

I just wanted to win.

I went to sleep, the best I had in fact, before I had to wake up and go to school.

*

Valentine’s Day was just like any ordinary day. Sure, some students still tried to break the rules laid out by Mrs. Collins, and some even got away with it, but it was little to no differences than the day before.

Just a normal day, how I wanted it.

That was until the end of the day.

I went to my locker and this time, there was something sticking out of the opening of it again.

I open my locker, and opened up the piece of paper. This time, it was typed out. It read,

“Oh, and this is not a prank or whatever. I know those girls give you a hard time, but my affection is genuine. I want to make things interesting, so I’ll give you a hint on who I am. It’s on the back.”

On the back of the letter, it read:

“I’m a character in your favorite video game. Wel—”

Instantly, a bunch of fingers came around and snatched the letter out of my hands.

“Ooh, what’s this?”

It was Ciri.

“Hey, give that back!” I reached but she blocked the upper part of my body with her knee. I’m 6′ and Ciri is a ridiculous 6’5″. There was no way I was getting it back without her willing giving it back. Not to mention she is strongly than me because of cheerleading.

“Aww, someone actually likes your ass. They must be out of their mind, or actually desperate. Just look at you! Those thick ass glasses screams cuck!”

She pushed me hard enough with her leg that I fell on the ground. As if on cue, she ripped the paper into shreds, using both her hands and long nails. By the time she was satisfied, it was literally paper dust. There would be no way for me to read the rest.

“So long, bitchboy! I have more productive things to do!” she said enthusiastically.

I got up, got my stuff, and headed home.

*

I had so many questions, lying in my bed. Who was this person? How did they know what my favorite game is? How did they know … There was just so much that didn’t make sense.

But this was real.

So I went on my favorite game, which is SMITE. A game where you play a god and fight other gods. But not all the characters are gods, some are heroes, demigod, monsters, and even wizards. I liked the game because it was fun (and free) but even though I like it, I still suck with mythology. I didn’t know anything about the other pantheon lore besides the little few I knew in the Greek one.

I went through of the gods in the game, and found four matches initially. But the result opened my eyes to something I didn’t consider before: what if my crush is a male, what if he’s gay? I’m not gay but I need to consider every possibility so that I can take this with the best course of action.

So I redid it and came up with eight names now, taking note that some names could be abbreviations or nicknames. This time, There was a girl named Daji, a girl named Matsu (for Amateratsu), a girl named Wei (for Jing Wei), and finally a girl named Morrigan. The guys were dudes named Achil, Zeus, Shen, and a dude who’s nickname is Rama.

As I looked the names, my mom called me downstairs.

I see her at the living room table and she tells me to take a seat. She then calls down my sister, and she sits next to me. When she calls us like this, she plans to tell us big news. I’m artvin escort not gonna lie when I tell you that I was a bit anxious.

She sighs and begins:

“I know that since your father and I divorced, things have been very … tense here. Maybe you all have been trying to find ways of relaxing,” she says looking at me, “or maybe you guys are just taking it well. Well, I — uh – I wanted to let you all know that I found someone. This guy I met at work.”

“Get the fuck outta here.” Vi said a bit giggly without any thought.

“Violet, language!” my mom scornfully said.

“My bad.” Vi replied.

“Well, anyway, we’re going to have dinner with him and his family next week on Friday. I want you all to come with me.”

Oh, fuck, no.

“Mom, you can’t be serious, right? That Friday, my favorite YouTuber is gonna be live-streaming and —”

“No. You BOTH are coming.”

“But mom, what about me and Seth? We were gonna go out that day.” Vi interjected.

Mom take one look at Vi. That look.

“You’re both coming with me.”

It was final. When mom gave that look, it was final. No entity would break my mom when she gave that stare

“Fine.”, Vi and I both said in unison.

“Good!”, she says enthusiastically, changing from her previous demeanor, “Now, it’s late, so let’s get some sleep.”

*

The next day, something crazy happened at school.

At the end of the day, I was walking to class and I saw Minerva, and she saw me. She was just walking in the hall, not bullying anyone or anything. Just walking. I know she saw me, we even made eye contact.

I started to walk slower, expecting a slap it or a push, but instead, she just said, “See ya, Dennis.” and kept walking.

What the fuck? I just stopped, turned and looked at her walk away. Did that just happen?

Even other students in the hall took note of it. A dude named Steve who would get wedgies from her stopped and looked at her. She said the same thing, “Have a good day, Steve.” and kept walking.

He saw me and we locked eyes and he ran over to me. To describe Steve, … he looks like someone who would get bullied. Weak frame, thick glasses, and braces circumnavigating his still crooked teeth. He approaches me.

“You saw that, right?! Right?!” he spit out.

“Yeah, I did. Maybe she is turning over a new leaf. Maybe had a bad day, and she is deciding to act this way?”

“Yeah, maybe! But I saw that, you know. Maybe this is the beginning of the end of the era of Minerva and her tyranny.” he says in a cringy, theatrical voice.

“Bye, Steve.” I say and continue to my locker.

Again, there was something sticking out of my locker. Another note.

This time, I headed home immediately before opening the note. I open it up and the words in the page makes me start to sweat and I almost drop the page. It read:

“Can’t wait to see you next Friday! <3

*

The next week became a blur. The notes stopped and everything I knew became a lie. I met with Wei and Daji, and they both denied giving me that letter. Met with Zeus and Rama, and both said equuvalently, “Bro, I’m not gay.”

So now, two guys think I’m gay.

I didn’t even bother with the other possibility because they are in relationships.

Things also got weird at school. Miranda has not bullied me since. Lilly and Ciri don’t even associate with her anymore and even attempted to bully her, to which she gave Lilly and Ciri a black eye, and they haven’t been back since that happened Tuesday. I wonder what is going in that girl’s head. Why the change in character now?

And then Friday came.

I get home and I have a few hours to chill before I find out who has been this whole time.

And I know who it is.

I talked to my mom and the guy’s she’s dating’s last name is Vodicic A quick online search on FB revealed that he had a son that went to the same school as me. A senior, 18. His name was Nico. Upon looking at his profile, it was evident he was gay. Very open about his sexuality and his rants about Valentine’s Day seems to match up a little bit with the things in the letters.

I get dressed up, Vi gets dressed up, and we head out with Mom to this dude’s house. A thirty minute drive and we are greeted with a giant mansion with a curved opening parking lane and a tennis court, in the back.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were a gold digger, mom.” Vi said a bit enthusiastically.

“I’m not a gold digger. He just so happens to be rich, is all. Besides, he treats me like a queen and is a true gentleman so that’s all that matters.” she says nonchalantly while smiling.

We park and greeted by his butler, Gerald. He takes us to the front of the mansion, met with a chandelier and the likes, before meeting my mom’s lover.

Mr. Vodicic. Very handsome and very kind to all of us.

But why does he look familiar to me?

After the introduction, he says what I’ve been thinking this entire time.

“You guys look around my son’s and daughter’s age. If you want burdur escort to meet them, Nico is in the living room, watching TV with his friend and my daughter is up in her room.”

Time to break it to Nico.

Vi decides to go see the daughter first while I went to Nico.

But when I got there, things went south.

He was making out with his friend, a guy, who I didn’t even know. I just left the room and went to the kitchen.

It had to be him right? I mean it’s the only possibility right?

Then I stopped. Maybe it is—

I sprinted upstairs and I immediately got lost in the maze of hallways and doors. As if on cue, Vi leaves a room.

“Hey, where is his daughter?” I ask her, looking at my sis.

Vi is … smiling? She hasn’t smiled in a while.

“Oh, yeah, she’s in there. From what she said, she really likes you. I’m sure you two will get along nicely.”

So it was her then. This was the person who had that picture of me and said I was beautiful and said that she liked me.

Vi said as she left, “Shoot your shot, little bro. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

I stood at the door and thought to myself, “Behind this door, is a girl who likes me.” It sounds dumb but I have never had a girl like me before. This is a first. This is foreign to me.

I sigh and opened the door.

*

I was greeted with a dark room, fairly messy, with panties and magazines of video games on the floor. There was light coming from the corner of the room, from which I saw a figure sitting in front of the TV, on the floor. There appeared to be a blanket over their head. I couldn’t see anything.

“Can I turn on the light?”

I saw the figure shudder and then shake their head up and down, signaling yes.

I turn the lights and everything becomes clear. I see used towels and also magazines of … Playgirl in the floor? But what caught my eye was the few photos of me on the ground behind her? Of me smiling and laughing with us? Only 3 or so pictures but it made me interested. Who liked me this much?

She was played a game I liked, the new Apex, so I watched her for a bit. I tried to see what her face looked like but she would turn slowly away each time I would. I got sick of it.

I immediately turn her around.

She had on a mask. A mask from the anime Bleach, the main character’s if I’m not mistakened.

“Are you fucking serious?” I said astonished.

She giggles. Why does she sound so familiar?

She begins to speak, but not in English, but in a different language. Not Japanese, or Chinese, but it sounds Eurasian. I couldn’t tell. I looked at her hands and saw that she had pink nail polish on. I didn’t know anyone who had pink nail polish but why does she sound so familiar?

She takes out her phone and goes to Google Translate, and says something she just said again, probably realizing I don’t know the language she was speaking in.

She gives me her phone, broken screen and smudged, and the translation reads: “If I take off this mask, you promise not to scream or get mad at me?”

I took at the hooded figure, and says: “Yes.”

She turned away, took off her mask, and turned quickly.

“Hey, Dennis.” Minerva said smiling, but it seemed genuine and not falsely like she did in the past.

I was stunned, I didn’t say anything for what felt like a few minutes. I didn’t know what to say or what you do. I was at a lost for words.

I watched her smile slowly fade from her face until it was a gloomy eyed frown, with her staring at the floor.

My mom called us down to dinner.

*

Dinner was painful. Minerva was still gloomy eating her steak prepared for her. I didn’t eat much, my sister took notice of it, my mom did too.

After dinner, my mom wanted us to stay the night. We were all given our own guest rooms and in my mine, I just say there wondering about what I learned.

My bully is in love with me.

I heard a knock at my door, I said come in, thinking it was Vi, but it was Minerva. She sat next to me on the bed, scooching closer to me until her thigh touched mine. She looked stunning, in her combed hair, shirt, and shorts, but I couldn’t even think about it.

She looks at me. “Dennis, I just want to let you know that what I said was genuine. I meant everything I said in those letters.”

“I know but why?”

“Why?”, she said puzzled.

“Why did you bully? Why did you focus on me? Why did you treat me like shit for the past four years?”

She puts her hand on my hand, “I’m sorry too. It started off as something small and it became something out of hand.”

She continued, “You know, Lilly and Ciri, they both used to bully me.”

“Okay.” I said with my head down, not really caring.

She frowned slightly but continued. “It was because of one thing that they just found so funny about me. One of my biggest insecurities. The one thing that made me unable to date the guys I liked. The one thing that made friends look at me differently.”

She looked at me. “I have a penis.”

“What?” I said, now instantly into the conversation.

“I wasn’t born a girl, but I am one now, but this part stays with me because I really like it, but no one else did. Me and my bro don’t even like each other and my dad is always not in the house.”

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