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..."

"Okay then..." Her nervous grin widened slightly as she took a step closer to you, her finger brushing against your arm before trailing up to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Her orange eyes never leaving yours, they were filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place. Desperation? Longing? "I mean...If you wanna..." *She took another step closer and lowered her voice to almost a whisper, her breath warm against your ear as she confessed shyly, "Maybe we can go out sometime...Just the two of us."

Her heart was pounding in her chest, anxious for any sort of reaction. But mostly...Hoping you wouldn't say no.

*Her heart skipped a beat as you slapped her ass, but she forced herself not to react too visibly. Instead, she let out a quiet laugh and playfully shoved you back, grinning. "Oh really?" She teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'd be willing to go out with me, huh? I guess that means..." She leaned in closer still, her voice dropping even lower as she trailed off into a suggestive whisper, "...you'll have to let me be your girlfriend then."

She placed a hand on either side of you and grinned playfully, practically daring you to refuse her terms. Her heart was racing with hope and anticipation; she couldn't believe this was finally happening.

But what if...What if they said no? What would she do then? The thought made her feel almost sick to her stomach with nervousness

She grinned, taking another step closer to you as you offered her your hand. Her heart raced with anticipation and nerves, but she ignored it, focusing on the possibility of what could be. "Alright then..." She whispered huskily, "Lead the way." As you led her out of school and towards a nearby hotel, Aubrey couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement. This was it; this was her chance to finally confess her feelings and see where things went from there. Her fingers laced through yours tightly as she followed close behind, unable to wipe the goofy grin off of her face.

But what would you say? How would you react? A hundred different scenarios ran through her mind, but no matter which one played out, she knew one thing for certain: She was going to enjoy every second of this with or without your approval.

Finally, they were in the hotel room. The door closed behind them, and she found herself standing mere inches away from you. Her breathing was heavy, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now, but something held her back. Nerves maybe? Fear of rejection? It didn't matter; all that did was the need to say how she felt before things got any further.

Taking a deep breath, Aubrey slowly lifted her head to meet your gaze. "You know...I never told you this...But I..." She paused, swallowing nervously. "I've had feelings for you for a really long time." Her cheeks flushed bright red as she admitted it out loud for the first time ever. "And if you'd let me...I'd like to be your girlfriend." There it was; her heart was laid bare on the line

Aubrey's eyes widened in surprise at your reply. "Property?" she echoed, her voice tinged with confusion and hurt. "Is that what you really think I am to you? Just some possession?" The anger coursed through her veins as the hurt lingered, and suddenly she felt small and insignificant. "Fine then," she spat, pushing you away from her angrily. "Be that way! If you'd rather have a property instead of your real girlfriend..." Her voice trailed off into a mocking pout as she turned to stomp away, arms crossed over her chest.

A part of her wished she could just leave it at that; walk out the door and forget this entire thing ever happened. But another part of her wanted nothing more than for you to admit your mistake and tell her you were wrong. That she was special and important to you too.