Page 1 of Desperate Valentine

Chapter 1

Fuck Valentine’s Day.

I’m in a mood today. Hence why I just humiliated the weirdest kid on campus in front of the whole class.

I mean, what did he expect? He laid the groundwork for me when he pointed out the urethra instead of the clit. A guy his age doesn’t know where the clit is?

Fucking idiot.

I’m just about back to the dorms when I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s just me. Are we getting ready at your dorm or—” Miranda, my cousin asks.

“We can get ready here. I’ll hop into the shower real quick so you’ll have hot water left when you get here.”

“Cool. Just leave the door unlocked, I’ll park out front of your dorm and let myself in.”

“Sounds good.”

We end the call and I head inside, tossing my bag onto the floor before stepping out of the dreaded uniform we’re forced to wear.

I really don’t feel like going out tonight, but Miranda has been planning this night for a while and I’d hate to let her down.

Though, it still stands: I fucking hate Valentine’s Day.

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Another thing I hate is the lack of water pressure I have in the bathroom. It takes me nearly ten whole minutes to wash my damn hair, and it often turns cold randomly. I certainly won’t be staying in these dorms next year.

St. Valentine’s University dorms are horrible. Describing them as being old and run down is an understatement. At least, I think so anyway. I’ll bet each of these rooms holds a hauntingly dark history.

Nearly halfway through my shower, I hear the distinct sound of the front door opening and closing.

Damn, Miranda got here fast.

I finish up in the shower and wrap a towel around me so I can head out and greet her.

As soon as I come around the corner, I don’t see Miranda. Instead, I see Blaise Percy sitting on my fucking bed.

“W-what the fu—” I stammer, unable to find the words.

“Oh, hello there, Veronica.” He stands to his feet and takes a few steps in my direction.

Fuck. I don’t have anything to defend myself with. My bear spray and knife are tucked away beneath my mattress and I have literally nothing else but my bare hands.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Blaise?” I ask, standing my ground.

“Well, ya see… you weren’t very nice to me during class, Veronica. In fact, your friend Mila wasn’t very nice either. I want an apology.”

“I’m sorry, Blaise, for the two of us pointing out the obvious,” I chuckle.

“Very insincere, Veronica.”

He steps closer as I make my way around the other side of the bed, making sure he’s a good distance away from me.

“Blaise, I’ll call the cops. Get the fuck out of here!”

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