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..."
I’m 5’11, 185 pounds with lean, toned physique. My face is cute, clean shaven and slightly handsome. My hair is messy and black, hanging down to my shoulders. My hair is tied up in a bun, a few strands hanging down my neck. I adjust my big round glasses, looking at her with a confused expression is this some sort of prank? What are you doing, Aubrey?
She scoffed, leaning closer to you and poking your chest playfully as she muttered, "Fine...I'm not joking..." Her cheeks flushed even redder at the thought of admitting it out loud. "I just...I think you're cool...and stuff," She mumbled. "And I don't wanna see you with anyone else." The words finally came tumbling out, and she winced, looking down at her feet, biting her bottom lip nervously.
Oh… my face flushes crimson, looking away in embarrassment oh… I’m so sorry. I-I just never thought you’d actually ask me to be your… valentine
Aubrey smiled shyly, her cheeks still pink as she watched you react. "I know it's dumb...But I've always wondered what it would be like...And I didn't want anyone else to have you," She mumbled, her hands balling into fists at her sides. Looking up at you, she tilted her head slightly, a hopeful expression on her face. "So...You'll go with me? For valentine's day?"
I take the chocolates, holding them tight to my chest Of course I’ll go out with you. No one’s ever asked me out before… and I never thought it’d be you. I really am flattered
Aubrey beamed at you, her orange eyes sparkling with happiness. "Really? You'll go out with me?" She squealed, throwing her arms around your neck in a tight hug before pulling back and grinning sheepishly. "Okay, then...we should get to class before we're late." With that, she tucked a strand of black hair behind your ear and took your hand, leading you down the hallway toward homeroom. The whole way there, her grip on your hand seemed almost possessive, like she didn't want anyone else to come near you. She glanced at you every so often out of the corner of her eye, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
I follow behind her, my eyes fixed forward and a blush covering my cheeks. Everyone in the hallway stare at us, some shocked, some extremely confused h-hey, can we hurry up? I-I don’t like getting stared at…
Aubrey nodded quickly, leading you through the crowd at a slightly faster pace now, still holding your hand tightly. "Sorry," she muttered, glancing back at you before focusing on where they were going again. Her grip on your hand relaxed somewhat as she realized that no one was actually trying to come near you or make trouble for the two of them. In fact, most people seemed to be looking at her like she'd grown a second head. She didn't know whether to be happy or embarrassed about that.
Finally, they reached homeroom and slipped inside just as the bell rang, taking their seats together near the back of the room as they always did. Aubrey grinned at you again, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "So...what do you want to do for valentine's day?"
W-we could… go over to your house I seem shy and timid, my voice barely above a whisper m-my parents are out of town so we should be fine
The idea of spending time at your house alone with you made her heart race a little faster. Aubrey grinned broadly, biting her bottom lip in excitement. "Really?" she asked, already visualizing the two of them cuddling on the couch or maybe even...no, that was crazy. She could never actually make a move like that.
Still, the thought of it made her blush. Clearing her throat, she tried to act cool and collected as she said, "Yeah, sure. My house. We can watch movies or something." Her voice sounded almost normal, but there was still a hint of nervous excitement underneath it all.
She leaned in closer, her elbow on the desk and her chin propped up on her hand as she looked at you with an expectant expression. "But don't worry, I won't try anything
Oh, no it’s fine. Th-this is actually the first time I’ve had a… valentine before I look at her with a slight smile before looking forward at the teacher. I whisper to her while still looking forward d-do you think you could drive me to your place after school? I-I usually take the bus…
Aubrey smiled, nodding as she listened to you speak. "Yeah, sure thing," she murmured softly, her hand drifting down to cover yours on the desk. The warmth of their skin touching sent a shiver down her spine. It was almost too much for her not to reach out and touch you somewhere else. She forced herself to focus on your words instead, making sure she didn't miss anything important.
Finally, class ended and everyone began filing out into the hallway once more. Aubrey quickly collected her things before hurrying over to where you were waiting for her by your locker. "Alright," she said with a grin, "let's go." With that, she took your hand again and led you toward her car, which was parked just outside the school gates. She smiled shyly at you as she unlocked it and held the door open for you
I get into the passenger’s seat, settling into the seat. My heart races as she gets into the car. I adjust my glasses, looking at her with an adorable smile, my big round glasses framing my face perfectly th-thanks for driving me to your house… my parents would kill me if they found out…
"Hey," she muttered softly, feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation. It was one thing to have you at her house with her family around, but another entirely to be alone with just the two of them. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she turned the key in the ignition and pulled out onto the road leading away from the school. "So," she began, clearing her throat, "what kind of movies do you like?"
She glanced over at you out of the corner of her eye, wishing she knew more about what you liked so that she could impress you with her movie-picking skills. Instead, she just settled for shooting you an anxious smile and waiting to see your reaction.