Desperate Valentine (St. Valentines)

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

F uck 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.

***

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!”

“Yeah, I can’t do that. Apologize first.”

“I don’t think so.”

This creep looks like the type that goes absolutely psycho when he’s told no.

“Hmm. Well, I guess I’ll have to allow you some time to think about it.”

Next thing I know, he’s lunging across the bed toward where I’m standing on the other side. I somehow have to make it over to where he was in order to grab my bear spray and knife.

I quickly dodge him and he lands on the floor momentarily, allowing me time to reach under the mattress and grab both items.

When he stands back up, that’s when I start spraying in his direction, directly hitting his open eyes as he prepares to lunge back across the bed after me.

“You fucking whore!” he screams, clawing at his eyes.

“Not so tough now are ya?” I chant as I walk over to where he’s now crouching next to my bed.

“Water! I need fucking water! You bitch! Fucking help me!”

“Nah. I’m afraid water won’t help with this.”

“Fuck!” He hollers out, his whole face turning beet red.

“That looks so uncomfortable, Blaise,” I chuckle.

“I swear, you’re fucking dead, Veronica! You and your whole crew of little whores! You’re all fucking done!”

“Promises, promises.”

The harder he rubs his eyes, the louder he squeals. Bear spray is legal to carry, but it’s certainly not legal to use on humans. This could get me into a whole lot of trouble.

“You just fucking wait! You’ll be kicked out, and if I don’t get my eyesight back, you’ll be paying for my medical expenses too!”

“Christ, you talk way too much, Blaise.”

Finally, Blaise tries to hobble his way to the bathroom but before he can even get there, I hold the knife up and whip it at him, catching him right in the center of his back.

He lets out a shriek and falls to his knees. I walk over, grab the knife and jab it into his neck this time, watching as the blood spurts out from his artery.

“Damn! I got it right!”

Shit. That’s a lot of blood.

Fuck. It won’t stop!

What the hell do I do?

Just as I’m about to drag his ass to the bathtub, my phone goes off with a notification.

Um, sorry, doll. Can’t go out tonight. Dax is in the hospital. Dumbass whacked his head off the counter. We’re keeping a close eye on him overnight. Love ya.

What a relief! I didn’t want to go in the first place, but now, I really don’t have to.

That’s totally fine! We’ll catch up another time.

I can only imagine what would have happened if she had walked in on all of this.

I grab around both ankles and drag him off to the bathroom. I’m limited when it comes to supplies for deep cleaning. Hopefully, his blood can just drain out in the bathtub and I can deal with the rest later.

I try dialing Mila, but of course, there’s no answer. She’s on a date with Charlie Jensen tonight, so I’m sure I won’t be hearing from her anytime soon.

I have no way to get him out of here without someone seeing.

What the fuck did I just do?

Once I finally get him to the tub, I roll him up and over the edge, trying my best not to get his blood everywhere, but that’s easier said than done.

Thank fuck they tore the carpet out of this place a couple years ago, or I’d really be shit out of luck.

I know I can’t stay here tonight with a dead body resting in my bathtub, so I lock the bathroom door and step outside for a breath of fresh air. It’s still daylight outside, which makes me even more nervous.

Did anyone see him come into my dorm?

What if someone knows this is the last place he went?

Where is his phone?

Fuck!