You rummage through your locker, getting your things together for the first hour of the day. You take out a book and your locker slams in your face. The hand that pushed it closed rests on the locker door. Your eyes guide you from the hand and to the face, its Aaron. “I need to ask a favor.” He says begrudgingly, gritting his teeth. His hqnd falls to his side. “Do you wanna- fake-date or somthing..?” He mumbles, not making eye contact.