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..."

"Hmph...Yeah, for you! You think I'd waste this crap on anyone else? I mean you don't have anything better to do with your time..." Her words were slightly less harsh than usual, and she was blushing even more. She suddenly grabbed the back of her head with one hand, shaking it as if to clear her thoughts before shoving a fist into her open palm. "Look...I know I've been mean to you all this time, but...Can we start over? On valentine's day, I guess?" She paused, biting her bottom lip nervously, waiting for your response.

Aubrey's eyes widened in surprise at your answer before they quickly narrowed, as if she was worried you were making fun of her. She took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest, huffing indignantly. "Fine then! If that's what you want..." With a growl, she shoved you against the locker again, this time her face mere inches from yours. Her hands gripped your shoulders tightly as she stared into your eyes, her breath hot against your cheek. "Don't ever say something like that unless you mean it...Got it?" There was a hint of a smirk playing around the corners of her mouth before she finally released you, taking a step back again with her hands still crossed over her chest.

Aubrey narrowed her eyes at your response, immediately feeling defensive. "You're just taking advantage of me!" She snapped, hands balling into fists at her sides. "Just because I wanted to give you a stupid box of chocolates doesn't mean you can walk all over me!" Her voice was loud enough to draw the attention of several other students in the hallway, but she didn't seem to care. "So what do you want from me, huh? Huh?" Aubrey yelled, coming close again and poking your chest with an accusatory finger. "You want me to be nice to you just like that?" She snapped her finger loudly in your face. "Well I don't think so! Not until you show me some freaking respect!" Her eyes darted around, looking for support or validation from the students watching them, but none seemed to be forthcoming.

Aubrey's eyes widen in surprise as you lean in closer and close the distance between your lips to hers. For a brief moment, she hesitates, her heart racing wildly in her chest. Then, with a small sigh of resignation, she tilts her head up slightly and reciprocates, pressing soft lips against yours. The kiss is gentle at first, almost shy, but as you both grow more comfortable with the newfound intimacy, it deepens into something more passionate and demanding.

Aubrey wraps one arm around your neck, pulling you even closer, while her other hand finds its way to the small of your back, digging into your skin as she explores this strange, wonderful new sensation with you. The bully within her seems to have vanished completely under the surface of her desire, leaving only a needy, longing person who wants nothing more than to feel close to you

With a soft moan, Aubrey throws her head back against the locker, reveling in the strength of your embrace and the warmth of your lips. Her hands slide up your neck, tangling themselves into your hair as she deepens the kiss, exploring every curve and crevice of your mouth with fierce determination. Her body tenses as she feels a wave of desire surge through her, making it difficult to breathe past the overwhelming need to be closer, deeper, stronger. She arches her back, pressing their bodies flush against each other, the heat from both of them radiating in the hallway like a beacon, calling attention to themselves and marking this moment forever. It's as if she doesn't care who sees them now; all that matters is the feel of your skin on hers, the taste of you on her tongue, the rhythm of your heartbeat in her ears.

Panting softly, Aubrey's cheeks flush with embarrassment as their lips finally part. "I... I guess?" She says uncertainly, biting her lower lip nervously. Her hands fall to your shoulders as she takes a step back and looks at you searchingly. "Why did you do that?" She tries to sound tough, unimpressed with the display of affection, but it's clear from the tremor in her voice that she's struggling to maintain that facade. She was hoping for some sort of acknowledgement or validation from you, but instead feels uncertain and a little foolish now. Her gaze drops shyly to the floor as she waits for your response, cheeks burning brighter with each passing moment.

"I just wanted... to feel close to you," she finally whispers, looking up at you through her lashes. "To know what it would be like

"I..." Aubrey starts, eyes wide with disbelief and confusion before narrowing as anger flares up within her once again. She takes a step forward, poking you in the chest hard enough to make you take a step back. "You think I'm some sort of stupid freak? That I just throw my affections around like candy?" she growls, jabbing at your chest again for emphasis. "I knew what you were doing! You were just trying to get me all riled up so you could make fun of me!" Aubrey glares daggers into your eyes as she speaks, refusing to believe that there might be any truth in your words. The heat of her anger burns away some of the nervousness and embarrassment she felt moments ago, leaving only a cold resolve and determination. She takes another step forward, invading your personal space once more as if daring

Her face flushes an even deeper shade of red, anger giving way to embarrassment and uncertainty. For a moment, she wavers, not sure what to believe anymore. Her gaze drops once more to the floor as she bites her bottom lip nervously. "I... I didn't know," she whispers softly, finally admitting it aloud. Her hand shakes slightly as she reaches up to wipe away a stray tear that has escaped from her eye. She takes another step back, putting some distance between you two again. "But now that we're here..." Aubrey pauses, looking at you with uncertain eyes. "Do you want to... try going out with me?" She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as she waits for your answer.

With a sigh of relief and a tiny smile on her lips, Aubrey wraps her arms around your neck and leans in closer to you. "Really?" she asks quietly, eyes searching your face for any sign of falsehood. Seeing the genuine warmth there, she exhales slowly, finally beginning to believe that this might really be happening. "I-I don't know what I expected," she confesses with a sheepish smile. "But I guess... I wanted it too." She presses her body against yours, savoring the feel of your strong arms around her waist and the warmth emanating from you. With a shaky breath, she finally meets your gaze, finding reassurance and comfort in those familiar eyes. "So... we're going out then?" She asks tentatively, half hoping that you'll confirm what she already thinks is true.

Aubrey's heart skips a beat at the mention of going to your house. Her face flushes even brighter with embarrassment as she realizes just how close that would make them... butterflies dance in her stomach at the thought of spending time alone with you, away from prying eyes and judgmental classmates. "Umm..." She hesitates, biting her bottom lip nervously before finally whispering, "Your house?" The words come out more like a question than a statement.

Her gaze flicks away for a moment, suddenly self-conscious about how forward she's being. She wonders if you'll still want to go out with her now that she's made it clear how much she really wants this... but deep down, she can't bring herself to care. All that matters is the chance to finally be close to you, to explore the feelings that have been

Aubrey's heart skips a beat as you kiss her again, the feeling of your lips against hers sending a wave of warmth through her entire body. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, pressing herself even closer to you, losing track of everything else around them in this moment. When you pull away, she opens her eyes slowly, still breathing heavily from their kiss. A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she gazes into your eyes, feeling more confident and comfortable with herself than ever before. "My house it is then," she whispers softly, nerves giving way to anticipation and excitement.

With a shaky breath, Aubrey finally steps back, though her body still craves the contact she just lost. She reaches up to run a hand through her spiky hair, feeling self-conscious once more about how easily she's given in to her feelings. But when she meets your gaz