"I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think of romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon."

It was like any normal day in Angeles Heights High School. Only one thing, it was Valentine's Day. All six of my friends were scrunched up in a table during lunch.

Phoebe Miller 'the hopeless romantic' squealed, "How was your Valentine's Day you guys? Already I got 5 roses, 9 cards and a teddy bear."

She hugged the life out of the store-bought bear. I sighed, I didn't expect any less from the pretty Phoebe.

"Your teddy is sooo cute Phoebe," Karen Brewer 'the cute one' giggled. "I'm so jelly of you, can I hold him?"

"I don't see why not." She passed the bear to Karen who gave the bear a squeeze.

"My day was pretty good, got 9 love letters and 20, I mean 14 chocolates now." Janice Ortiz the 'fashionista' smiled. "I saved some for you guys, happy V-day."

"Aw, thanks Janice," Dylan Wagner 'the sporty one' said, taking a chocolate. "I love your outfit by the way, it gives out the Valentine theme."

"Why thank you," Janice said posing her red plaid skirt and red tank top with jewelry to match. "I chose simple, do you like?"

Charlie laughed. "When it comes to Janice, there's no such thing as simple."

"Oh shut up Charlotte," Janice grinned. Fully knowing that Charlie Owens 'the musical one', since she's in the school band and knows the hottest songs from the hottest artists, hates being called that.

"Hey! Don't call me by that name!" Charlie said.

I looked up from my history book. "Quit it Janice, it's Valentine's day. Show some love."

"Why don't you, Juliette? All you do it stick your nose in your textbooks," Janice said.

"Yeah, tell us your day," Dylan pleaded.

I went back to my book, "I don't give a damn."

Phoebe gasped, "It's Valentine's Day, you better give a damn."

Charlie grabbed my book from my hands.

"You got to be kidding me," I growled. "I have a History test next period."

Karen pointed out, "Knowing you Juliette, you've study ever since you heard there was a test. And will ace it like it was nothing."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that much of a nerd."

I went over to Charlie who threw it to Dylan who naturally caught it. "Only if you tell us what you got."

"Fine you know what I got? I'll tell you, I only got one card."

Karen pouted, "Only one?"

"Yes, just one."

"Hell no, I'll punch every boy in your class to give you as many cards as you deserve." Charlie threatened. She can be surprisingly aggressive when you least expect it.

"And I'll be more than happy to help," Dylan said.

"I don't even care," I said. "But thanks for being there Charlie and Dylan."

"I'll give you my teddy," Phoebe offered. "He smells like deo- I mean chocolates and roses. I'm not into that."

I tried to hide a smile. "It's fine, really."

Janice sighed, "Well it's better to have one, anyway. It narrows it down, who you'll date."

"I don't want to date anyone, I'm not interested. All I want to do is-"

"-finish school and become the writer I always wanted to be," Everyone finished.

I groaned, do I really say it that often?

"But you should go out with at least one guy," Karen said. "It'll be like your inspiration both when you go out, break up and make up."

"You're wrong when it's right It's black and it's white. We fight, we break up. We kiss, we make up," Janice reciting the lyrics of Hot n' Cold by Katy Perry.

"Yeah," Dylan agreed. "Like Taylor Swift."

Phoebe grabbed a rose and used it as a mike. "I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me now."

Charlie joined in, "Flew me to places I'd never been. Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground."

Everyone started singing that surprisingly catchy song. Now it's going to stay stuck in my head for the next few days. We all burst out laughing.

Dylan asked, "So who gave you the letter Julie?"

"It's no question, it's obviously from Drew Turner," Phoebe said.

Everyone looked at me if what Phoebe said was true. I gave in, "Yes, it's from Drew."

I heard a series of aw's from my friends.

"But it means nothing," I added. "We're just friends, there's no connection."

"Love may be blind, but it doesn't mean you have to be," Phoebe said, The rest of us applauded for Phoebe, the 'Love Gandhi'.

"I'm not blind, and neither is Drew," I said. "He probably just gave it to me to lift my spirits."

Everyone gave me some aw's again. I groaned at my mistake.

"But you guys are such a cute couple," Charlie pointed out. "You the study girl having the football quarter-back head over heels over you ."

Karen said, "It's very surprising that a jock really does like you."

I sighed, "Drew isn't like most jocks who are really just jerks. He's actually decent and not that of a show-off."

Karen laughed. "I already know that! I just said that to make you admit you like him!"

Janice applauded, "Quite smart of you for using reverse psychology."

Karen stood up and bowed down.

"Here's the thing you guys, I don't like him. I just see him as a guy friend."

"Yeah you're right," Dylan said. "And he sees you as a girlfriend."

"Exactly- wait, no he doesn't!"

Everyone burst out laughing. Karen high-5 Dylan.

"I can't look at him like that you guys," I said. "We've been friends since kindergarten."

Phoebe sighed, "Childhood love, the cutest love next to love at first sight love."

"Can we just move on to another topic?"

"Sure," Charlie said. "Let's see what's in the letter."

"Already on it," Karen waved my Valentine's Day card in front of me. I'm not surprised, Karen can steal anything from anyone. Just ask Principal Adams, she's still trying to find her coffee mug.

Janice got it from her and cleared her throat and recited the card:

You're one who I call my friend,

Someone I like to depend,

From morning to night,

I'm glad that you're quite,

The type to be with 'till the end.

I grabbed the card from Janice and stuffed it in my pocket.

"That was such a cute limerick," Phoebe squealed.

"Just go out with him already," Charlie sighed. "Then we can go on a next topic."

"But I don't wanna," I whined.

"Has he asked you out yet?" Karen pressed.

"No."

"Ooh, he's probably waiting for the right moment." Dylan said.

"Yes Dylan," I said with sarcasm. "He's going to wine n' dine with me. And when the moment is just right, he'll ask me to marry him."

Dylan stuck her tongue at me. I grabbed my History textbook and stuffed it in my backpack. "Now if you don't mind me, I'm going to head back to class."

Janice asked, "How come? Lunch isn't over-"

As if on cue, the school bell rang.

"Dang, how does she do that?" Karen muttered.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the cafeteria.

I headed to the restroom, before going to class. I looked at the mirror. Seeing a reflection of me. Thankfully I don't need glasses, or my popularity status would go down a few. And I'll really be branded as a nerd. I have long wavy black hair that I let it grow over my shoulders. I have bright blue eyes, and a splash of freckles across my nose that all my friends adore. I'm tall but not too tall, I'm also quite athletic. Since Dylan made me, because she thinks that I coop myself in my room either reading books or on the computer. Which I don't, okay, some weekends I do that. But I'm very cooperative during P.E.

I was exchanging my books in my locker while reciting facts in my head. We're reading about Homer and his books like the Odyssey and the Iliad.

"So study date at your house, right?"

I turned and saw Drew Turner, my best friend since kindergarten.

"Yeah sure. I can't turn down anyone who needs my wisdom."

He snorted. "You're just the only tutor who either doesn't flirt with me or charges each lesson."

"Say that again or you'll pay all the times I helped you plus interest."

"C'mon it was just a joke," he chuckled.

Drew has short hair with green eyes that every girl he meets, loves. He's pretty tall and has a skinny frame, being a quarterback and all. Even though he looks a bit like a jock, and hangs out with jocks. He's nothing like a jock, he's pretty smart. But he needs my help because he's to busy at practice to do his homework and projects. The only reason he joined the football team is so he can get an athletic scholorship. His one way ticket to college. But the thing he didn't expect were his popularity points when he joined the team.

"So did you like the card?" He asked.

"The card? Oh right!" I took out the card from my back pocket. "It's cute, thanks."

"It took me a while to make up that limerick, and knowing me, I'm not into poetry."

I rolled my eyes, "You made it? I expected you to get it off the internet like you do with the other cards."

"What?" He said, sounding hurt.

I pointed behind him, motioning him to listen to these two girls conversation.

"Isn't he so sweet? Drew gave me a Valentine's card."

I nodded to the the girls across the hallway.

"Look at what Drew wrote me: Be my Valentine."

"Aw." I sighed.

Then I looked behind me at a couple of girls and we evesdropped on them.

"Ugh, when will that chick stop bothering Drew, so I can thank him for the card he gave me."

I glared at her. "Okay, that was uncalled for."

She tsked me and walked away with her friends.

Drew chuckled, "Okay, you got me. But I had to. Those girls wouldn't stop pestering me for a Valentine card."

"And they'll never stop now."

He slumped his shoulders. "Being popular sucks."

I laughed. "So you're ready for the History test?" I asked as we walked to our next class.

"Yup, I studied during lunch."

"Only lunch?"

"Yeah, so?"

"We're dealing with Mr. Kipler, also nicknamed Mr. Killer, no way you can ace the test for a last minute study."

"I so can."

"No you can't."

"Wanna bet?"

"10 bucks," I took out his hand. "I bet you can't get any higher than C."

He pouted but shook my hand. "The faith."

"Nope, mental math."

Mr Kipler's tests have around 50 questions while his quizzes are 35. His classes aren't for the faint of heart.

"You all should know the rules," Mr. Kipler said. Yes, he even has rules when we do a test. "Ms. Rivers would you tell us?"

I sighed. He makes kids recite the rules to psych us out. "There are four pages, 25 each front and back. We have the whole period to finish it. If you don't finish you fail. The test consists of what we learned for the past 2 weeks and what we learned 2 weeks before that, in case we forgot anything."

"Crap, I forgot what we learned 4 weeks ago." Someone muttered.

The class snickered.

His friend nudge him, "You're dead meat, man."

"Yup," I agreed. "What we learned before is 1/3 of the test, so if you get at least 1/3 of it wrong-"

Mr. Kipler slammed his hand on the desk which made everyone including me jump from their desks, in fear he explode.

"You fail my class," he finished. "Now, begin."

Everyone flipped the test. I heard a series of groans and curses. For this class the lowest grade you can afford is a B-. I flipped my test and wrote down my heading. I sighed and read the first question.

1. Who is Homer and what is his achievements?

Easy. He's known as the greatest Greek epic poet, he's known for writing the Iliad and the Odyssey. Mr. Kipler wants the answers to be full sentences. But you shouldn't sigh in relief just yet. He gives you the easiest questions first, but the farther you go. The harder they get. For example, I looked at #38.

38. At Odysseus' house which is in Ithaca, what are the suitors doing at his house?

That's a toughie, if you didn't read the Odyssey front to cover. Luckily I know it by heart. The answer is that they were playing dice on animal fur rugs while the servants serve them. I browse the rest of the questions, and sighed with relief. I covered everything, I'm so going to ace this. I finished the test in the matter of minuted and double checked the questions and answers. I stood up from my desk, all eyes were on me. I walked over to Mr. Kipler's desk and set my test in the test folder. He glared at me, but I learn from experience to not have eye contect.

I waited for his permission, then he said, "You may sit down now."

I nodded and quickly sat down. The rest of the class started to turned in their work. Soon he returned out corrected test to us, yes, he's that fast. He handed me my test back.

"Good job Juliette," Mr Kipler muttered. He hates complimenting his students, he much rather insult or scare them. He strangely reminds me of Mr. Crocker in Fairly Oddparents. I looked for the hunchback and the ear on his neck, but was dissapointed when I found nothing.

"Thanks."

I looked at my test. A+, score! I looked at Drew and showed him my test. He showed his test, trying to cover his sad face. He got a C-. I smirked and made the hand gesture for more money. He glared at me then mouthed, fine. I smiled to myself, nothing can mess up this day.

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Hello, hello, hello!!! I'm RubixCube89201 and I thank you for reading the first chapter of 'Clueless Cupid.' But be patient folks, the best part is yet to come.

Cravings: I want food. Everyone want food, but I'm soooooo hungry for food. FOOD

Song Listening to: I Knew You were Trouble by Taylor Swift- Honestly when I first heard it I was like, 'I'm not going to like this song' But when I heard it I was like, 'don't change the station! This is my jam!' Typical me.

T.V Show Watching: Futurama- I watched the first episode for the first time. I never understand the show, but then I watched the first episode and I was like, 'OHHHH, I get it now. I'm so proud of myself for understanding it.'

But nevermind my cravings, stay tune for my next chapter. And don't forget to vomment! And no, I didn't ask you to vomit. That will be gross, and I barely know you. I mean vomment, vote + comment.

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RubixCube89201