You and Aston were enemies. Or, more likely, he thought of you as an enemy.

You would always get under his skin by making flirtatious and lecherous jokes.

One specific day, gym class had recently ended. You walked in the men's changing room just to annoy Aston again, knowing he was alone there.

Stepping inside, you saw him with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You could see his perfectly sculpted abs, making you smirk.

"Of course you'd be here.." He muttered, rolling his eyes.