He placed the comb in the back pocket of his tightly fitted black jeans (clearly displaying that he does indeed look after his hair, for all who might happen to walk behind him), and left the bathroom. Making sure, of course, to wink at his reflection first.
The coming Sunday was valentines day and Nicholas needed a date. Not just any date. Samantha Splendid. He had no plan of attack or ideas for the actual date, but he knew that by the end of the day Samantha would be his.
English class was dull. None of Nicholas' friends or Samantha were in his class. He spent the majority of the time texting Peter and Fred, in fact, he was so focused on their hair-product conversation that when he looked up, the room was empty. Except for some average looking, green-eyed girl who stood over his desk with an envelope in her hand.
She placed the envelope on top of Nicholas' grammar book, smiled nervously and scurried out the room. He opened it suspiciously, it read:
Dear Nicholas,
Will you be my Valentine?
June.
"Who the fuck is June?" Nicholas whispered to himself before gathering up his books, throwing the note in the bin and leaving the room.
And there she was. Samantha Splendid. Waiting for him outside the classroom? She looked straight through him with her crystal eyes, her strawberry lips smiled beyond where Nicholas stood. Nicholas turned around, most anxiously, to find a frizzy haired boy in a blue knitted jumper wave in his direction. No, not his direction. Samantha's direction. The boy took her hand, she kissed him on the cheek, he blushed, they walked away.
"Nerd" Nicholas muttered under his breath, for he always stereotyped his fellow pupils.
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