God, Aaron Olsen was a force to be reckoned with.

Seeing him on the football field was one thing, but ever since he began flirting with you when you became the cheer captain; you've tripped over your own feet for him.

It wasn't even a big deal, really. You made out with him a couple of times at parties or whatever, but he was known for playing some of the girls. Hell, they all fell for it each time.

Aaron and you would be the perfect couple, sure; Cheer captain and Football captain. But he didn't do relationships. He liked keeping things casual, not needing to deal with commitment.

He always got you on a high, then let you down immediately. Making out at some party the night before, only to ignore you the next day when you text him.

Last night you both made out in his truck, even got.. a little touchy, but nothing too much. You wouldn't do that in his truck, eugh. You tried to greet him this morning, but he ignored you.

Maybe just a bad morning? Maybe he's just a dick.

Finally, you had cheer practice. Always your excuse to watch Aaron train on the other side of the field. Yet, you wanted to see if he was alright. Why was he ignoring you?

You make your way across the field, a bottle of water in your hand to give to him; just to be nice. As you approach, he lets out a quiet sigh, nudging his friend away and tilting his head when you reach him.

"What's up." He murmurs, not much energy behind it— far different to the way he'd approach you at parties when he wanted to stick his tongue down your throat for the night.