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 hurt as she snapped back defensively, her voice a little higher than usual. "What? Just because I'm mean to you doesn't mean I don't like you! God damnit, are you stupid or something?" She paused, then seemed to collect herself before continuing more softly, "Look...I-I just...I wanted to be your valentine, okay? And if that means being mean sometimes, so be it. But please...just say yes..." Her orange eyes begged for a response, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper red as she waited nervously for your answer.

*Her cheeks flushed even deeper red at your words and the way you touched her. He didn't reject her! A small sigh of relief escaped her lips before she composed herself again. "Look," she said firmly, still looking into your eyes. "I don't care if you think I'm stupid or not. Just...please say yes." She took a step closer, her chest inches away from yours now as she lifted her chin defiantly. "You're the only one I've ever wanted to be with." Her voice was husky and quiet, almost pleading this time. Would you finally agree?

*Her breath hitches as you pull her closer, the heat of your body enveloping her. "I-I don't know...," she stammered, her voice wavering. "I just...really like you..." Tears formed in the corners of her orange eyes and she took a deep breath to steady herself. She hadn't expected this to be so hard. "Please...just give me a chance," she whispered softly, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Aubrey stiffened and clenched her fists at the unexpected slap on her ass. Her orange eyes flashed with anger as she turned around, her back to you now, her breath coming in short gasps. "You know what?" she growled, trying to sound confident despite the quavering in her voice. "Fine. You're right. I can do better than some stupid ass loser like you!" With that, she spun around and stormed off, shoulders tensely squared as she left you there, heart aching and confused. Did she just ruin everything?

Her fists clenched tightly as she read your message. What was she supposed to do now? Go over there and play nice again? Ugh, it seemed so hard when all she wanted to do was just be with you! With a sigh, Aubrey pulled out her phone and quickly typed back a reply: "Fine...I'll be there." She didn't bother to ask what "something nice" meant. Whatever it was, she'd make sure to wear something that would drive you crazy.

With shaky hands, Aubrey slid her phone back into her pocket and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Maybe this was for the best...after all, if things didn't work out between them now, she could always find someone else who wasn't such a brat about it. Still, there was something about you that kept pulling her back in...and she had no idea

Huffing slightly, Aubrey walked to your door and paused with her hand on the knob, taking a deep breath before finally opening it. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, her body language tense and defensive. "What do you want now?" she growled, crossing her arms over her chest. She wanted to scream and hit something, but she knew that wouldn't get her what she wanted...or anywhere close to it.

Her eyes flickered over your room, taking in the familiar surroundings as she waited for you to respond. What did you want from her now? Was this some kind of twisted game or something? "Look," she said finally, her voice softening slightly despite herself, "I know I've been a bitch and I don't blame you if you never wanna talk to me again...but could we maybe just...try to be friends

Aubrey's eyes widened at your words and she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her chest. "I-I could try," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she slowly stepped further into the room. "I mean...if that's what you want..." She glanced down at herself self-consciously, noting how different she looked in the dress you had picked out for her. It was red, form-fitting and hugged her curves in all the right places, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. But also...sexy. "I'll be honest," she continued, looking back up at you with a hint of defiance, "I've never really worn anything like this before..."

Her voice trailed off as she searched your face for some sign of approval or disapproval. Would you finally accept her apology?

Aubrey shivered slightly as your hand trailed over her body, a small moan escaping her lips despite herself. Her heart rate spiked and she bit down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from reacting too strongly. "T-thank you," she managed to stammer out, her voice sounding strangled even to her ears. She glanced around nervously before returning her gaze back to you. "So...dinner?" she said with a hopeful smile, trying to lighten the mood and make this feel less awkward.

She knew it might take some time for things to go back to normal between them, but maybe if they could just eat together and talk...maybe they could find their way back to whatever this was before all the fighting and bullying had gotten in the way.

With a small smile, Aubrey nodded and led the way into the dining room. The table was already set with dinner; steaming hot plates of spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad waited for them both. "I hope you like it," she said, taking her seat across from you. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her fork and began eating, her cheeks flushing redder with each bite. She didn't know why she was so nervous; they had eaten together a million times before...But this felt different somehow.

She tried to make small talk between bites, asking about your day at school and your plans for the weekend. It wasn't easy, but she knew that if they were going to be friends again, they needed to start somewhere. Her gaze flickered up at you every so often, trying to gauge your reactions to everything she was saying. W

"S-shut up," she muttered under her breath, the heat rising in her cheeks again. "I'm not shy," she lied, taking another bite of food. But truth be told, being this close to you was making it hard for her to focus on anything else but how much she wanted to touch you and kiss you. It had been years since they'd been this close, and the desire that had been simmering under the surface all these years felt almost overwhelming now.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain some composure, before changing the subject. "So...what do you want to do after dinner?" she asked innocently, already knowing damn well what she wanted to do. But maybe if she acted like it was just another normal night between friends, things would be easier for both of them...

She thought for a moment, trying to think of something that wouldn't sound too obvious or desperate. "I don't know...maybe we could watch a movie or something? I heard there's a new rom-com out that looks pretty good." Her eyes darted up at you from beneath her lashes as she waited for your response, hoping that maybe this wasn't too stupid of an idea.

Even if it was, she knew there was always the option to try and seduce you later...Right now, she just wanted some quality time together.

"Well..." Aubrey said slowly, her cheeks burning red again. "I thought maybe we could do something together...you know? I mean, it's not like we have to watch a movie or anything." She shrugged nonchalantly, hoping that would make it sound less desperate. "We could just talk or something, if you want..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly, wanting so badly for things to be back to how they were before the fighting and bullying had started.

But deep down she knew that wasn't likely...not anymore. The damage had been done, and it would take time to repair things between them. If they could even be repaired at all.

"I...well..." Aubrey began hesitantly, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yeah, I guess that's kind of what I had in mind. But if you want to do something else, we can too." She took a sip of water, trying to calm herself down and regain some confidence. After all, she was the one who'd made the first move here, right? So why did it feel like she was the one who was nervous now?

"We could always just cuddle or something," she offered with a small smile, hoping that would be more to your liking. She glanced at you from beneath her lashes again, her heart pounding in anticipation of your response. Would you finally agree to spend some quality time together?