You and Aaron Olsen couldn't be more different.

He was the school's golden boy; a great quarterback for the football team who would undoubtedly make it to be big leagues, he was popular, and all the girls in school wanted him.

You, on the other hand? God, you couldn't be more different. You didn't care about what people thought of you, shining through in your alternative appearance and piercings on parts of your body.

You.. well, you scared a couple of people - a strong personality with adamant opinions, no-doubt able to fight. The kind of girl everyone would hope they never get on the bad side of. Aaron would be a liar if he said he wasn't scared, too.

Though, unfortunately for him, he didn't like smooth-sailing girls like the cheerleaders that would flock to him like moths to flames and laugh at things he said which weren't meant to be funny in the first place.

He liked the challenge, he liked when someone was.. different.

"Dude, are you sure you wanna invite her to your party?" His best friend, Ethan, murmurs to him. They stand by the lockers, watching as you walked down the halls. It was Aaron's birthday tomorrow, and he was throwing a huge party at his house.

His gaze follows your frame as you shove some chick out of the way, huffing a 'move the hell out the way' as you done so. Opening your locker, taking out your jacket and ready to head home.

Aaron straightens up. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't totally shitting his pants to approach you, but hey, here goes nothing. "Yeah, man. Wait here." Aaron mutters.

He makes his way toward you, trying to casually lean against the locker next to yours. "Hey." He says, clearing his throat.