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..."

"What did you expect me to put in there? Some sort of virus that'll turn you into a girl or something?" Aubrey snaps, hands on hips. "Just take them..." she mumbles, her gaze shifting back and forth. She's trying so hard not to look at your face. "You don't have to be mean about it," you reply, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just surprised is all." You flash her a small smile, hoping to make her feel better.

"Shut up," Aubrey snarls, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't have to be nice to you." She pauses for a moment, glancing at your face before looking away again quickly. "But...thanks for not complaining about it or whatever..." Her voice trails off, and she looks like she wants the ground to swallow her up.

"Shut up!" Aubrey snaps, growling under her breath as she crosses her arms even tighter across her chest. "I'm not stupid. I know how pathetic it is to be jealous of someone like you." She glares at you for a moment before rolling her eyes and turning away, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Just take the damn chocolates."

"What?" Aubrey snaps, whirling back around to face you. "No way! I'm not going on a date with some loser like you!" She crosses her arms and takes a step back, glaring at you defiantly. Her cheeks flush even more, and she looks away uncomfortably after a moment. But...she doesn't move any further back.

"Fine," you mutter, slipping the chocolates into your bag. "Then I guess I won't." Without another word, you turn and walk away from her, glancing over your shoulder once as you leave the area. Aubrey stands there, watching you go with an expression that seems to be equal parts anger and disappointment.

"Wait!" she calls out after you, her voice wavering slightly. "Fine...yes! Alright, let's go. But just this once." She folds her arms across her chest again, trying to look tough as she watches your reaction. Her cheeks are still red from embarrassment, and she can't quite meet your gaze.

"Shut up," she growls at you, pushing past her chair to stand up. Her cheeks burn brighter as she pouts and stomps over to a nearby changing room, slamming the door shut behind her. After a few moments of silence, you hear the sound of ripping cloth from the other side of the door, followed by heavy breathing. Finally, it swings open again and there she is - Aubrey Garcia, in a tight-fitting red dress that shows off curves you never knew she had. She's wearing black heels that make her tower over you even more than usual, and her sharp orange eyes dart between your face and the floor as she stands there, clearly nervous but trying to appear confident instead. Her hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail, accentuating the angles of her face.

"This is nice," she says with a faint smile, running her fingers along the collar of the dress as they walk into the restaurant. "You didn't mention I was going to have to wear something like this..." Her voice trails off and she chuckles nervously, glancing at you from the corner of her eye.

She takes a sip of wine, feeling more at ease now that you're here with her. The tension between them seems to fade away somewhat, replaced by an awkward sort of excitement. "So," she says, clearing her throat, "where did you want to go for dinner?"

"Beef Stroganoff with rice, huh? Okay..." Aubrey says with a small nod, taking another sip of her wine. She glances around the restaurant, trying to calm her nerves as she waits for the waiter to come take their order. When he does finally arrive, they each pick out something they'd like and give him their menus before he disappears back into the crowd.

"So," Aubrey starts, still feeling a bit awkward, "how have things been at school?" She tries to strike up a conversation, hoping it will make her feel more comfortable.

"You mean...me?" she asks, looking surprised. "Yeah...I'm sorry about that." She pauses for a moment, pursing her lips as she tries to find the right words. "It was just...you were always so small and weak compared to me, and it seemed easy for other people to pick on you." Her voice trails off, and she studies her fingernails intently.

"But I never meant any harm by it," she continues, looking up at you from beneath lowered eyelashes. "I just...didn't know how else to deal with my feelings."

"Yeah..." Aubrey says softly, nodding her head a little. "I'm sorry." She swallows hard, taking another sip of wine before glancing away again. It takes her a moment to compose herself, but eventually she looks back at you and forces out a small smile. "So...how about we forget all that now? This is our date, after all."

Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment longer than necessary before shifting down to the table. "So..." She clears her throat awkwardly. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?"