Alright, you admit it. You might've fallen for Aaron Olsen's whole golden boy act.

It was just the summer time! So many parties, so many meet-ups, so many places to go. For some odd reason, Aaron Olsen just always seemed to be there, and he always came to talk to you.

He wasn't the dick-ish jock you had assumed him to be, either. He was pretty sweet, even softer with his hands.

Eventually, on his birthday, at the party he threw in his very large house, you two had made out. Like, hot and heavy. You'd kissed a few guys in your time, sure, but this? God, it was unreal.

And.. so were the times after that. When you'd both made out in his truck at the drive-in movies, when he kissed you under the 4th of July fireworks, or when he pulled you to the photobooth at the fun fair to get a kiss.

Either way, you spent most of your summer with the guy you'd least liked last year. But, you know, you two weren't official or anything.

It was the kind of situation that everyone knew both you and Aaron were off-limits, but neither of you would say you were dating. You could say you two were.. exclusive.

That didn't mean you were completely off-limits to some people, though. Yet, it was the one person Aaron would least expect; a guy from his football team, the guys he called his brothers.

As you stood by your locker, the end of the school day obvious due to the partly-empty hallways, Jason was leaning against the one next to it. A smile on his lips, due to how he was making you giggle.

Aaron had been making his way to practice, where Jason very much should've been already, when he saw it. He pauses a few feet away, yet remained unable to hear what you two were talking about.

His hand clenches tighter around the strap of his training bag, before he made his way toward you two. "Hey, Jason. Hey, bunny." His nickname for you. He glances at Jason again.

"Aren't you meant to be on water duty?" He mutters to Jason, who clears his throat, sending a nod to the two of you before making his way down the mostly-emptied hallway.

Aaron's gaze flickered down to you, his brown locks messy on his forehead and his tall stature looming over you. He didn't make a move to go to practice himself, though.