Can You Feel My Shortcake?

Valentine's Special: No, mom, I'm not doing drugs

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This story is written based on The Bad Boy's Girl by JessGirl93 but it isn't based on the story's timeframe, it's my own work, and I'm choosing to invent a bit of my own personas. Thank you for understanding. Xoxo, RoxyKacsir
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It was finally here. Valentine's Day. Normally I'm not all that big of a fan of Valentine's Day because it's just a way for couples to rub their happiness in people's faces. I'm not a big fan of being snubbed, you see, and in the past, spending Valentine's Day with my best friend, Nicole Bishop. We'd normally sit on the couch in my living room eating ice cream, watching sappy romances on the television. I, Tessa O'Connell, am normally left completely single on Valentine's Day. Ever since junior high, it's gotten painfully more noticeable. This Valentine's Day is different. Cole Stone is my best friend this time around, Nicole Bishop is my enemy this time around, Jay Stone can rot in hell this time around. Nicole betrayed me, left me for dead, completely used me, and stole my crush, Jay Stone. She made my life a living hell as well. Cole stood up for me, made me happier, and repaired every crack in my heart from Nicole and Jay. I loved Cole Stone, and although he'd made my childhood unusual and sent me to the hospital so many times I've lost count, he always was there for me. When he returned, I was, of course, incredibly wary of him, but he's done a great job of winning my trust and my heart.

As I was saying, Valentine's Day is finally here, and I'm beyond excited to see what Cole Stone has in store for us. He's been texting me all morning, and I'm still somehow nervous that it's going to be a prank. He wouldn't do that, would he? It's Valentine's Day, he would never hurt me that way. It's our first Valentine's Day as a couple. Honestly, the amount of excitement I have is marred slightly with nervousness and anxiety. I'm beyond ready to see him, but what if my expectations aren't met? Regardless, he's picking me up at seven tonight. Today is a school day, so I'll see him today before our date anyways.

I throw on a cream sweater with cute polka dots on it, a brown mid-thigh skirt, and knit cream coloured leggings with some mini-wedged boots. A quick glance at the clock shows me I have twenty minutes until I have to leave for school, so I plug my straightener in and turn it on, then begin to put light makeup on. As I'm straightening my hair, my mom calls my name loudly.

"Tessaaaa!" My mom yells. "Time for school!" I roll my eyes. She's always mentioning that I'm going to be late for school even when I have plenty of time. I grab my backpack and walk out of my room. When I get into the kitchen, Cole is sitting at the kitchen table with a smirk. He looks up and down my body, and I uncomfortably pull my backpack closer to me.

He smiles at me. "Hey, Shortcake, good morning. You look...." Cole trails off and glances at my mom, then props his head up with his hand. "Amazing." He finishes, making it blatantly obvious that the word amazing wasn't his first choice. I smile confidently at him and give him my best wink.

"All for you, Coley, all for you!" I laugh nervously. He makes a face. I pull up a chair next to him as my mom brings me a plate of pancakes with syrup and strawberries. I smile and thank her, and then pick at the food awkwardly. Cole instantly notices.

"Eat, shortcake. It's one of your favourites..." Cole tells me. I smile weakly and take another tiny bite of food. Cole glares at me and reaches gently for a strand of my blonde hair that's fallen over my face. "Eat, Tessa." He commands. I don't know how to tell him that I am eating... just not as fast as he expects me to. It's not my fault I'm always scared of being Fatty Tessa anymore. Syrup has a lot of calories and so does butter. I'm not trying to gain weight at all. Cole rolls his eyes and takes my fork from my hand. He cuts my pancake into a huge bite and places a piece of strawberry on the piece of pancake. I watch in horror as he brings the fork to my mouth and tries to force me to eat. I open my mouth, scared he's gonna stab my throat, but he's gentle. Awkwardly so. I chew the large bite and unconsciously moan at the amazing tasting food. He smirks.