Singles’ Awareness Day

By NationChild

Created on February 10th, 2007

A/N: This is a Valentines’ Day story (as you may already know from the title). Anyway, I give my word to you all that, unlike my other stories, there is not one hint of depression (okay, maybe a teensy-tiny bit, but I’d hardly call it depressing). So, I just want to tell you that I hope you enjoy it. And the story starts…

Michael smirked. She was going to hate him for this. Oh, well. He should live life while he still can. Slipping the envelope into the small slot on the locker, Michael sauntered off without one glance back.

“Oh, come on, Cara! You’ll get something too, I promise!” Angela clutched the scarlet roses in her hand, trying to soothe her friend. And yes, while her mind wasn’t entirely on comforting Cara, Angela still wanted it to be a good a day as hers would be. Besides, Angela would need some time to figure out who could have or would have sent her the roses….

Some consider the day to be the most romantic of the year. Yes, it was Valentines’ Day, although many see it as a day when singles were extremely aware of their marital status.

Waterbrook High School had, of course, been decorated to celebrate the holiday. Banners of pink and white dangled from doorways. The red hues of streamers were taped to the walls. Not to mention the lively atmosphere and the sight of girls kissing their boyfriends - even though Public Displays of Affection were strictly on Waterbrook’s “Don’ts” list – after receiving a box of chocolates or flowers.

And, traditionally, there was always a Scrooge in the joyous festivities. And that was Cara Willingham.

Cara was of medium height, fierce brown orbs decorating her lovely, pale face. She could always be seen in some black article of clothing, and she didn’t hesitate to defy facts and beliefs, be it professors’ or students’. In short, she was the “rebel” of the class. And no one can blame a rebel for doing their job, especially on Valentines’ Day.

“Look, Angela, I don’t care if I get a stupid card or not. You know that,” Cara snarled as she moved down the hallway toward her own locker.

At Angela’s disbelieving eyes, Cara yanked her locker door open. Cara’s brown eyes followed the red piece of paper fluttering down to the ground. Narrowing her eyes, Cara snatched up the homemade card and opened it. As chocolate-colored eyes leaped from one line to the next, eyebrows climbed her forehead rapidly. Spinning on her heel, Cara angrily marched down the hall. And that left Angela to stare bewilderingly at the retreating figure.

They lay, their fingers entwined.

“Michael, I told you not to do anything today.”

“I just wanted to annoy Cara Willingham today; it was my job.”

“I know.”

Cara suddenly paused, lost in thought. Then she spoke. “…Do you think we should tell them?”