A Little Valentines Story

Trisha was the centre of the universe. She thought everything was about her... because it was. As she strolled down the senior school corridor- pink binder in arms- everyone stopped still, and watched her. The sun beamed through the window and seductively reflected off the silver necklace, dangling low on her chest. A gangly looking, pale skinned boy, silently fell to the floor (as one often does when they forget to breath.) Not a single head in the crowded corridor turned to the boy. Everyone was mesmerised by Trisha. The world stopped functioning, as she continued towards her locker. Then the bell rang, and all was chaotic once more.
As she opened her locker and gathered her books, she thought vaguely about what the day would entail. Today was Valentines Day. Trisha had already received three-thousand, two-hundred and eighty-one Valentines requests, all of which she refused with the flick of a pink polished finger nail. Trisha had a serious problem... no one was good enough for her.

After stopping by the bathroom to touch up her makeup, Trisha set about on her mission to find the perfect Valentine. The first boy who came to mind, was Charlie. It occurred to Trisha that Charlie was the only boys she knew, who hadn’t given her a red rose or a box of chocolates. Trisha presumed he was too self doubting to ask to be her Valentine, so she redid her pink lipstick and wondered off to the cafeteria, hoping to find Charlie.
“Trisha!” called her mob of wannabes, who she called her friends. Trisha waved to them across the buzzing cafeteria, but she maintained her unalterable journey towards Charlie. It didn’t take long before the entire school realised Trisha wasn’t stopping at her usual table. All the students stopped eating, and watched Trisha as if she where highly captivating, live entertainment. She felt seven-hundred pairs of eyes, glued to her, watching her every movement. She lived for this kind of attention. Popularity was her oxygen.
Trisha rhythmically strutted through the eerily silent room. Charlie was the last one to advert his gaze to her, she took his surprised expression as a good sign. Her pink high heeled sandals, paused directly in front of Charlie, to ensure there was no doubt as to who she was there for.
“Trisha?” Charlie questioned, he lacked the entranced tone Trisha was used to boys having.
“I’ve done a bit of thinking. And I’ve decided... that you can be my Valentine!” Trisha announced, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“NOOO!” cried an uncalled for, random voice. Charlie and Trisha ignored the anonymous outburst completely.
“Oh” began Charlie apologetically “I’ve actually already got a Valentine” he shrugged dismissively, gesturing towards the girl next to him. Trisha’s jaw dropped. She adjusted her pink mini skirt, gave a cold glare to Charlie’s Valentine (who in Trisha’s opinion wasn’t nearly as attractive as she was) and walked away. Suddenly, seven-hundred pairs of eyes, wasn’t a positive. Trisha tried to walk with dignity, but her rhythm failed and as soft snickers spluttered across the room she found it hard to hold her head high.