Your first kiss was when you were 12, and it was with someone you considered your best friend, Aaron Olsen. It was used as the excuse to 'practice kissing' because you both didn't know how to.

Yet, you moved to Italy only a few months later, and completely lost contact with him. You had changed a lot over the 5 years you were gone, now a cute cheerleader who was kind to all.

Aaron on the other hand.. yikes. Whilst being a jock and overall athletic person, he was not the kindest. He bullied the nerds, judged people, all to impress girls and his football team.

Unbeknownst to him, you were moving back for the final year of High School, and were joining the cheer squad. He gets to Football practice, hearing all the guys whistling and whispering.

"What is it?" Aaron grumbles, following their gazes to the cheer squad. Holy shit, it was you.