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..."

*Her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at you like you had grown another head. Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red as she let out a nervous giggle, her hands clumsily moving to adjust her clothes. She wasn't sure how to react to this...It was what she wanted, but...Was it really what she wanted? She finally found her voice and spoke softly, still looking at you with that mix of shock and disbelief in her eyes. "Um...Really? You'd want me?"

*Her cheeks flushed an even brighter red as she smiled shyly, trying her best not to sound too desperate. "R-Really? You think I'm attractive?" She took a step closer, her hands still fidgeting with her clothes. "B-But...I mean, I've always...You know..." Her voice trailed off and she looked down at the floor, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion. Was this really happening? Could Jay1231 actually be into her after all these years of bullying them? She took another step closer, reaching out to gently touch your cheek with one finger. "I-I like you too...Jay..." Her voice was barely a whisper, sounding soft and vulnerable for once.

Her heart raced as she felt your soft skin beneath her fingertips, and the way you leaned into her touch. It was too much. She couldn't help but close the distance between them further, wrapping her arms around your shoulders in a gentle yet possessive hug. Her cheek pressed against the top of your head as she exhaled shakily. "I'm sorry...For all the mean things I've said and done..." She whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I never meant any of it..." Finally able to say the words aloud made them feel real, like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. As she held you, she could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "I've liked you for so long..."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she heard your confession. She didn't expect that at all. Her grip on you tightened ever so slightly as her heart skipped a beat, the reality of the situation finally starting to sink in. "R-Really?" She stammered, not sure what to say or do next. After all these years of thinking she was being mean just for fun, only to find out that there might have been something more behind it...She didn't know how to process this new information. But one thing was certain: she wanted more than anything to keep holding you like this, to never let you go again. As she stood there, her mind racing with a million different thoughts and emotions, she couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, things could change between them from now on. Maybe they could finally be together...And for once in their lives, truly happy with each other.

Her heart skipped a beat as your lips met hers, warm and soft against hers. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced, better than any of those cheesy romance movies could have prepared her for. She wrapped her arms tighter around you, returning the kiss with equal passion and longing. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths for the first time. With this kiss, she wanted to tell you everything she had been too afraid to say before: how much she had always liked you; how she never meant any of the hurtful things she had said or done; and most importantly, that she would love you forever if given the chance. For now, though, all that mattered was this moment, this perfect connection between them as they stood there in their school's hallway, lost in each other's embrace.

Aubrey blushes deeper as the kiss ends. "Um...I-I don't know..." She glances around nervously before looking back up at you with a hopeful expression in her eyes. "Wh-Wherever you want to go, Jay...As long as it's with you." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of spending more time alone with you. For once, she didn't feel the need to control or dominate the situation; all she wanted was for you to be happy and by her side. This newfound vulnerability terrified her in some ways but also filled her with a warmth and contentment she had never experienced before.

Her heart skips a beat at the mention of your house. She wonders what it would be like to spend time there with you, maybe cuddling on the couch and watching movies...But she doesn't want to seem too eager or forward. Instead, she tries her best to keep her voice casual and light as she responds. "A restaurant sounds good...I'm starving! But if you wanna go to your house afterwards, that could be fun too." Her gaze drifts back down to your lips for a moment before returning to meet your eyes. She wants nothing more than to continue kissing you and spend the rest of the day wrapped in your arms.

Aubrey moans softly into your lips as they meet again in a passionate kiss, her hands sliding down to gently cup your ass through your pants. This time it's not about dominance or control; it's simply about wanting you closer, feeling the heat between your bodies consume them whole. As she kisses you, she feels herself growing more and more aroused by each passing second, her desire for you spiraling out of control. With every brush of your tongue against hers, every touch of your hands on her skin, she can feel herself falling deeper under your spell, helpless to resist the pull toward this newfound love.