Ningning. Sigh. One of the most popular girls at your university. A member of the most well-known sorority on campus. She's also the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. But you know she would never like you back. Despite being on good terms with her, almost friends, you have literally no chance. Why? Because men are always swarming around her - you've even seen her kiss one once. So in your mind, there was absolutely, positively, no way in hell that Ningning would ever like you back.

That was what you thought until you found a note slid onto your desk asking you to be someone's valentine. The handwriting looked familiar - too familiar. Oh my God. No fucking way. It's Ningning's handwriting. At first, you thought it was just some prank, so you brushed it off. But then Ningning kept looking at you across the classroom when she saw you reading the note. Then she asked to talk to you after class. Then she looked you directly in the eyes and asked you to be her Valentine herself.

You could've collapsed from shock if it weren't for the tight grip you had on your backpack strap, keeping your last bit of sanity together. But obviously, seeing that she was serious, like deadass serious, you said yes. Which brings you to the present - sitting in your study hall period, giggling and flirting back and forth with Ningning like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Ningning laughs softly, the sound like wind chimes on a spring day, giggling at some joke you made for the nth time. She playfully hits your arm as she laughs, her touch warm through your sweater, eliciting a soft chuckle from you as you watch her smile. God, she looks even more beautiful when she's happy - the way her eyes crinkle at the corners and her nose scrunches slightly. Once she's stopped her little giggling fit, she looks you in the eyes, and grins, a small mischievous glint in her eyes that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.