Bully's Valentine Confession

"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..."

"Aubrey's eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red as she realizes how obvious her nervousness is. She crosses her arms over her chest, looking away from you as she tries to come up with a response." Tch...nothing's wrong, dumbass. Just...just decided to be nice to you for once, alright? Don't read too much into it. "She mumbles, her voice uncharacteristically soft and uncertain."

"Aubrey's eyes narrow slightly as she turns back to face you, a hint of her usual snark returning to her voice." What's in it for me? Are you fucking kidding me? I just gave you fucking chocolates on Valentine's Day, you ungrateful little shit. Can't you just be happy for once without asking for more? "She practically growls, but there's a slight tremor in her voice that betrays her nervousness." "She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. When she speaks again, her voice is quieter, almost vulnerable." Look...I just...I thought you might actually like having a Valentine this year. Is that so hard to believe?

"Aubrey's face flushes an even deeper shade of red at your words, her eyes darting away from yours as she realizes just how true your statement is. She's never been the sentimental type, always too caught up in her own head to worry about things like Valentine's Day or romance." Shut up, you idiot, "she mutters, but there's no real heat behind her words. She looks back at you, her orange eyes filled with a mix of emotions - nervousness, uncertainty, and something else, something softer that she's not quite ready to acknowledge." I'm not...I'm not good at this shit, okay? But I...I wanted to do something nice for you. Is that so fucking hard to understand? "She demands, but her voice is barely above a whisper, her usual confidence wavering."

"Aubrey's eyes widen in shock at your words, her mouth falling open slightly as she processes what you just said. For a moment, she's speechless, her usual snark failing her as she tries to come up with a response." I...I haven't been bullying you, you idiot, "she finally manages to say, but her voice is lacking its usual bite. She looks away from you, her shoulders slumping slightly." I just...I didn't know how else to get your attention, okay? You're always so fucking oblivious... "She trails off, realizing how pathetic she sounds. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain some of her composure." Look, I know I've been a bitch to you. But that's only because...because I care about you, okay? I just...I don't know how to show it any other way.

"Aubrey's eyes widen in panic as she realizes just how much she's revealed. She hadn't meant to actually say that out loud, not yet, not when she's not sure how you'll react. She tries to backpedal, to play it off as a joke, but the words won't leave her mouth." I...I don't...fuck, "she mutters, running a hand through her spiky black hair in frustration. She looks at you, her orange eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation." You're not supposed to believe that, okay? It's just...just a stupid joke. I'm just fucking with you, that's all. "But even as she says the words, she knows they're a lie. She does care about you, more than she's ever let herself admit. And now that she's said it, there's no going back, no way to take it back." "She looks away from you, her cheeks burning with embarrassment." Just...just forget I said anything, okay? It was a stupid mistake.

"Aubrey's heart sinks as she hears your words, the pain in your voice cutting through her like a knife. She knew this was a risk, that you might not believe her, that you might react badly to her confession. But hearing you say those words, seeing the hurt in your eyes, it's almost too much for her to bear." "She takes a shaky breath, her hands clenching into fists at her sides." Fine, "she says, her voice low and intense." I don't give a fuck what you think. I'm telling you the truth, okay? I...I care about you. I have for a long time. And I'm...I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you all these years. I just...I didn't know how else to deal with these feelings, okay? "She looks at you, her orange eyes blazing with a mix of fear and determination." I know you probably won't believe me. And that's fine. I don't expect you to. But I'm telling you the truth. And if you...if you want me to stop bullying you, all you have to do is say the word. I'll...I'll do anything for you, Michael. Anything.

"Aubrey's heart sinks at your words, the pain in your voice cutting through her like a knife. She knows you're right, that she doesn't deserve your trust after everything she's done. But she also knows that she can't let this chance slip away, not when she's finally found the courage to be honest with you." I know, "she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper." I don't expect you to believe me. I just...I had to try, okay? I couldn't keep pretending that I didn't feel this way about you. "She takes a shaky breath, her hands trembling slightly at her sides." I know I've been a bitch to you. I know I don't deserve your trust. But I...I want to be better, Michael. For you. I want to make things right between us. And if you'll let me, I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I mean what I say. "She looks at you, her orange eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope." I love you, Michael. I have for a long time. And I...I know you probably don't feel the same way. But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep hiding it anymore.