Valentine

I was beyond tired, to say the least. One week of training and 5 hours of sleep is hell. I tell that to you. Grabbing my pancake and shoving it to my mouth as I headed to school.

Typical Wednesday morning, birds chirping, Neighbours searching for their underwear when they haven't washed it yet, the sun already beaming. I can say I had always preferred dawn. But I guess the sun couldn't help but to rise and dominate the skies again. God knows how much I hate mornings.

I pulled my hair in a pony. Wearing my typical school uniform. I guess I liked the uniform better without the tie, but it's against the school law. The school is 10 minutes walk from home. I can even hear the students in the school bus that was approaching me. I am reaching half of its distance.

I prefer walking anyway with headphones on blaring some Arctic Monkey's song.

When the bus approached me, I saw the students, half of it were the school's baseball team.

"Valentine!" I heard someone yelled from the bus. I saw Randall waving his hands in my direction. I smirked and gave him a nod. His mates teased him as he flustered and hid away from my sight. I shook my head, laughing stupidly.

He's some Jock. Hot and handsome with golden hazel eyes and blonde hair, tall, and the boy got 6 packs as I've heard from the girls' locker room, almost 6 feet tall, I think? But boys like him don't thrill me. He's quite blatant when showing his feelings for me, and I knew it since we were freshman; I guess his feelings never changed now we're in senior year. I don't really pay him that much attention since I had a fiancé.

I'm too ordinary anyway with my black hair, pale skin, soft angular face structure, dull brown eyes, and a height of 5'8. I'm too ordinary with my boyish flat-chested self, and I have always preferred it this way. I'm already contented. I actually am more comfortable that I don't attract unnecessary attention since I am an introvert. I hate to socialize, and I hate being in the spotlight. I like how quiet and straightforward my life is unless I found something intriguing.

When I saw the gates of my school, I immediately grumbled because hell starts again soon. You know I'm a typical student who doesn't like school. Do you guys really love to face your teachers and sit for hours as your butt burns? My mind can not process the lessons after 30 minutes. I doze off.

No one does except for the brainiacs. Here, nerds are not bullied. Our school was proud of our nerd buddies here. Arundell Private School was known because 75% of students are all geniuses. Except for me, of course, I'm more interested in physical activities. I like to move my muscles.

And there goes the Prime. Elite stuck-up heirs. They were untouchable, seeing that they are sons and daughters of multi-billionaire families. They also got high IQs, but just 50% of them are. And as they enter, eyes are always on them. Even if they were snobbish and stuck up, they were pretty intelligent.

Leo Evans, Lucy Evans, Vio Tozzi, Carey Davies, Farrow Pierre. Randall Lewis and obviously the main character, Jacen Bullet.

I merely give a damn about them. I do not envy them. It's just that I'm in the middle of both not hating and not loving them. I am just not a fan.

Sometimes I thought that the heavens aren't equal when they gave them everything, and I merely have my sanity.

I've got no family also. Well, I do. I received their money every month. They were in Russia. While I'm here in the middle of an invented country. Living only with myself. And some maid.

That's how cruel life was to me. I've always been alone. Oh, wrong. Life was not that cruel to me because I can still be happy with money. I laughed to myself.

"Good Morning, Valentine."

I looked at the person who greeted me, and I was again greeted by the handsome Randall early in the morning with his friends at the back. Or what they call the Prime.

I didn't say anything to him. Giving him again a nod and cold shoulder and headed off.

It's a typical setup for him and me. Him greeting me in the morning while his friends or the Prime listening to us. And me walking out and hearing people who worship them say 'what a bitch' something like that and so on. I don't give a damn anyway.

Homeroom was fine. I ditched 2 of my subjects because I don't really want to deal with Randall pestering me again by sitting beside me and giving me constant attention. I went to the school gym and spent my hours there.

It's now lunchtime. And Hera, my closest friend, approached me with her bitchy attitude with her bitchy cheerleaders. Though I love her. She's the only one I trust.

"Why didn't you fucking call me last night, bitch?"

"Hera. I'm tired and basically, look like shit."

"But that's not the right reason to ditch your only friend. Out of my face bitches." She said to me and said the last to her girls. She's the Queen Bee of the school. Blonde Bimbo, big boobs, and big ass. That's how she identifies herself; it was not meant to insult her.

I started walking.

"You know Val. I care, and you don't. Why didn't you gave me your schedule? Do we have classes together? It's hard to ditch when I'm alone."

Yeah, she's like a sister to me. She's dependent on me ever since I saved her from the dogs when we were in first grade. The dog almost ripped her into two pieces.

"Hera, Why don't you pester Leo instead of me?"

"Leo's mad at me because his dick almost broke yesterday!" My eyes widened, she laughed stupidly.

"The fuck, can you not?"

She clicked her tongue and saw that moving her ass a bit high for boys' attention. Hera never changes. I laughed. I sat quietly, and I saw her expression became a bit serious.

"Well, bitch I just came here to inform you that Dolly Lawrence was telling you just to dump Randall."

"Duh. I dumped Randall years ago. And isn't he receiving the signals that I'm not into him?"

"Because you like thrills, and he isn't?"

I actually felt bad about him. I ate my fries and burger, got the pickles, and ate it first, then the cucumber, finally the whole burger. She was definitely looking at me in disgust; I laughed.