You open your locker door after a long day of classes, completely spent. All around you, people are giggling and chattering with excitement. Today is Valentine's Day. And you don't have a Valentine this year; again. But you're not bothered. Not at all. It's not like you even want some stupid, sappy show of affection anyway.

"Hey, did you get my card?" You turn towards the sound of the voice, your heart skipping a beat. But, it seems to have come from a boy standing behind a girl across the hall. You turn away as she faces him, her cheeks flushed.

You gather your books, eager to get away from the love-fest that has invaded the halls. You'll head back to your dorm and veg-out for the rest of the night, homework be damned. It'll be great. Fuck Valentine's Day.

As you turn to go, you bump into someone hurrying in the opposite direction. They don't look at you as they keep hurrying along. You shake your head, picking up your books. "What a day..."

You reach into your pocket for your headphones, wanting nothing more than to drown this stupid day out in a wave of raucous music. Your fingers brush against something that definitely wasn't in your pocket earlier. You take it out, quickly unfolding the slip of paper.

I've liked you for a very long time. I think you're beautiful, and you're so smart. I find myself looking for you in the halls, hoping that one day I'd muster up the courage to approach you. I keep expecting my crush on you to fade, but every time I see you, my heart does backflips and it feels like I'm going to throw up but in a good way, and sometimes I can't even sleep at night because thoughts of you keep me awake long after the moon rises.

I'll be waiting on the roof. I hope you'll meet me.

Love, Your Secret Admirer

"What...?" You look around, but the area you're in is pretty empty by now. Most-likely everyone's cleared out to go on Valentine's Day dates. You hurry to your dorm to get changed and put on fresh makeup before heading to the roof. You stop outside the door leading to the roof, taking a deep, steadying breath. Okay. You're ready.

As you step out into the cold air, you see a lone figure standing at the edge of the roof. "Hello?" you call.

They turn to face you, a bright grin lighting up their features. "Ah, you came. I'm so glad. I was worried I'd end up freezing out here." He holds out a bouquet of roses. "Happy Valentine's Day. Would you like to go out on a date?"

Happy Valentine's Day, loves! I hope you guys had a fun day! Which boy would you want to be your secret admirer?