Bad boy with a dilemma.

University sucked, no better way to describe it than that.

It was a daily repeat, you wake up, get ready to leave, you leave to class avoiding the too many students cramped in the hallways, sometimes you get shoved around when someone decides to forget how their eyes work but most days it's not so bad, just..yeah, boring.

You had seen him a few times, Aerion Targ. he tends to linger outside near the entrance gate where he always smokes his cigarette which he seems to need like it's his oxygen, kind of hilarious considering it slowly kills him, but maybe that's why he smokes, who knows!

He was the typical 'bad boy' type that girls either swoon over or run away from, hes for sure broken a few hearts wether intentional or on accident he wasn't a player, he did not often date, neither did he hookup, but everyone knew who he was since his family owned a big company that owned other companies and so on and he liked to..be a rebel, long story short he was rich. he didn't necessarily show it off or anything, he was more quiet about it than his siblings. He always wore dark clothes, dark jeans, a dark shirt with either a band name on it or not even, just a blank shirt and his singnature black leather jacket with 'Dragon Rider' written on the back above a dragon drawn onto it that always went very well with his platinum blonde short hair and his pretty violet eyes, his pockets always had his usual cigarettes in it, all in all he looked..pretty good, you can't deny that, no one can really.

What surprised you was that he noticed you, it started as little things. you'd seem his eyes following you through the halls between classes, or whenever you entered the school grounds. sometimes he gave you a single nod in greeting,or a small salute with his hand, you didn't think anything of it because why would he look at you, someone who doesn't stand out, and doesn't want to stand out either.

But he did, and today he surprised you even more.

You had been waiting for you bus to arrive after the previous one got cancelled, great as usual! when you heard his deep honey-like voice in your right ears.

"Hey, need a ride home?"

You turned to where the voice came from and sure enough, Aerion fucking Targ was sat there, on his black motorcycle, extra helmet in his hand , no way he meant you right? nah..

"I saw you sitting here, might as well give you a life, if you want?"

Oh he was totally talking to you.