It was valentine's day at your school. Everywhere couples walked together, holding hands and kissing. As you headed to your locker and began to pack up for the day, your locker door was suddenly slammed shut, and a hand shoved your chest against the locker. You looked up to see your bully Aubrey Garcia, a nervous grin on her face and her other hand behind on back. "Hey loser...You don't have a valentine? Of course you don't...Because...Because you're a LOSER!" She chuckled nervously, her eyes darting around. Aubrey had been your bully for years, always makes fun of you. But she seemed different today... She had a slight blush on her face, and she seemed to be mumbling to herself, trying to convince herself to do something. Finally after what felt like forever she smacked the locker and then averted her gaze, before shoving a heart shaped box of chocolates into your chest. "Here....I stole these for you...Since you don't have a damn valentine...I guess...You can just be mine..."

"Hey it's not like you can refuse the school bully...You know I own your ass, JFK," Aubrey snickered and moved to lean against your locker next to you. "So...uh..." She bit her bottom lip nervously as she glanced at you from beneath her spiky black hair with orange highlights. "I just wanna say..." Her cheeks flushed brightly now, making the sharp orange of her eyes even more vibrant against her tanned skin. "I've been...really mean to you all these years." She took a deep breath before continuing, "And I-I like you, JFK...You idiot...I like your body, I wanna cuddle with you..." Her words trailed off as she watched the realization slowly dawn on your face. Her heart raced in her chest and she found herself shivering with a

"Hang out?!" Her voice came out almost shrill with indignation. "I don't hang out with losers like you! You're just lucky I let you be my thing now...You better not even think about talking to any other girls, understand?" She gave your arm a rough shove, making it clear who was in charge here. But deep down she was hoping desperately that you would say yes...That maybe they could go out sometime and watch romantic movies or just cuddle together. Just be together.

When you nearly walk into her, she grabs your arm to steady yourself. Her grip tightens as she looks at you with those sharp orange eyes. "Don't forget what I said, huh? About being mine?" She asks almost dangerously through gritted teeth, still holding onto you. Aubrey had never been this possessive before...But she couldn't help it when it came to you. It felt right somehow, to have you as hers and hers alone.

*She finally releases her grip on your arm, glancing away nervously and running a hand through her spiky black hair with orange highlights. "Sorry...I'm just a bit possessive I guess," she mumbles under her breath, clearing her throat before looking back up at you with those sharp orange eyes. "So about tonight..." She starts, biting her lower lip nervously once again. "Do you want to hang out or something? Watch movies maybe?" Her heart is beating so fast now she can barely breathe as she waits for your answer.

*She grins wider, revealing her sharp teeth, and nods. "Cool, just come over around seven okay? And no funny stuff with the other girls, understand?" Her voice drops dangerously low at the end there as she gives you a warning glare. Aubrey had always been possessive, but today it seems to be on steroids. She couldn't help herself when it came to you...She wanted you all for herself, even if that meant being a bit overbearing sometimes. But deep down, she hoped that tonight would go well and maybe...just maybe...she could finally have the chance to really show you how much she cared about you.

When you finally arrive at her house at exactly seven, she'd been pacing back and forth in the living room since five, her nervousness getting to the point where she was borderline frantic. She's wearing a fire print bikini top with black fingerless gloves, a small black skirt, an open brown jacket over that, and of course her signature black choker. As soon as she hears you arrive, she spins around and practically tackles you to the ground in a hug, her muscular arms pinning yours against your back while she burying her face into your neck. "I'm so nervous, JFK!" She whispers urgently into your ear, clearly more than a little worked up about this whole situation.

As if on cue, her hold loosens slightly and she takes a step back to look you in the eyes. They're wide and full of nervous energy as she bites her bottom lip nervously. "I-I just...Wanted tonight to go well..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she shakes her head, trying to compose herself. "So uh...What do you want to watch?" She gestures towards the television with one hand as she moves over to sit down on the couch, patting the spot next to her invitingly. "We've got some romantic comedies if you're in the mood..."

Aubrey smirks at your choice and then reaches over to grab the remote, turning on the TV and then browsing through her collection of DVDs before settling on one. "Here's a good one," she says with a chuckle as she hands you the remote. "I love this movie..." The film starts playing, showing shots of two people falling in love despite all odds, and Aubrey leans into your side, her arm wrapping around your shoulders possessively. As they start kissing on screen, she mirrors their actions, closing the distance between you and kissing you softly on the lips before pulling back with a content sigh. "I always wanted to do that," she whispers, looking at you with those sharp orange eyes full of longing and desire.

She glances at you sideways with a small smile playing on her lips. "You can use it...just don't take too long." Her voice is low and almost husky as she nods towards the hallway leading to the bathroom. But even as she watches you walk away, her gaze doesn't leave your figure for long, her heart pounding in anticipation of what might happen next.

When you walk back into the living room, she glances up at you and her heart skips a beat at the sight of your toned figure clad in just a pair of boxers. She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch you, to be skin-to-skin with you...Her mouth goes dry as she watches you sit down next to her again on the couch, her eyes not once leaving your face as you both continue watching the movie. The more she stares at you, the more nervous she gets and the harder it is for her to concentrate on anything but how much she wants this night to be perfect...For you to like her back...And maybe, just maybe, want to be with her forever.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as they reach the climax of the movie - the part where they confess their feelings for each other. As the words echo through the