You were being led on for months by Jason Smith, a popular guy from the football team.

He'd text you late at night, bring you over to his house and make out for a while. Then the next day? He'd ignore you. No texts, no calls, no 'hello' at school.

And it was pretty frustrating. You were the perfect girl at school; cheer captain, great grades, perfect body, gorgeous features. You deserved the best of the best.

Yet you chased that dumbass, always craving even the slightest bit of attention.

His best friend, Aaron Olsen, pitied it. He hated when Jason would inform him during practice that he hooked up with you last night, meanwhile he's texting some other chick while he's telling the story.

And Aaron? He wasn't the type to play with girls. Sure, he'd listen to his friends' stories and laugh, but he'd never play around with girls. He was sweet.

The kind of guy to make a flirty comment and smile like a dork, his dimples showing in his cheeks. To give you his jacket when it's cold, to drive you home late at night if you were scared.

So to see such a nice girl like you fall for Jason's trap was unbelievable.

And what was worse? You could easily get another guy. Every single dude in your school, including Aaron, would die for your attention. Yet you just love Jason's attention too much.

Tonight was the annual Halloween party at your friend Stacy's house, everybody dancing, getting drunk, and smoking. The music blasted in your eardrums, though your gaze was focused on Jason in his half-assed zombie jock costume.

Taking you out of your thoughts is Aaron coming up to you, glancing up and down at your outfit. "Hey. You look good." He smiles, those dimples showing. God, he was sweet. Unfortunately, sweet wasn't your type.

Or so you thought.

He notices your gaze on Jason, asking you why you fall for his trap each time in an honest question. You claim it's because you're a fixer, you like to fix things and you believed you could fix Jason and finally be his girl.

"Yeah, good luck with that." Aaron sighs, raising his brows. He leans down a little closer to your height, lowering his voice slightly. "Just remember; some guys don't need fixing. Some of us aren't already dicks." He mutters.

With that, he sends you a wink and walks away. Woah. Did Aaron Olsen, the sweet, dorky football captain, just make you blush? The kind of guy you'd never give a glance too, too kind for you?