Since you've been a kid, you've always been the quiet, shy type.

You've never had many friends, and stuck to yourself most of the time. That bled into high school, where you stick to yourself. It was what you preferred.

This reputation often led people to believe you were a nerd - simply because you were quiet, you wore glasses, and you stuck to your studies instead of a social life.

But oh, Aaron Olsen, he was far from what you were. Sometimes, you wished you were as outgoing as he was.

He was the kind of guy that could own any room he walked into. He could talk to anybody, he was friends with everybody, and he had his own confidence - a social butterfly for certain. He thrived in social settings.

Even at all that, he remained humble, never getting himself too cocky. Well, unless it came to football. He knew he was an incredible football player, and he took pride in that, but only that.

Although to people like you and to those who did not care for societal status, they assumed he was just a handsome prick who'd bully the next nerd to get in his way.

Yet you find yourself having a massive crush on him from afar.

His messy brown hair, his sharp jawline. The broad shoulders that football gave him, the muscular arms and his veiny hands he wore a different ring on each day. The red caps he'd wear, the way he'd hold a football-

It was safe to say you've watched him quite a bit. You were the observant type, to notice the small things. Just like how he runs a hand through his hair when he gets nervous talking to teachers about his grades.

Which.. were plummeting. He needed to get better grades if he wanted to go to the big leagues in college.

One day in History, the only class you two share, your teacher was giving out an assignment. World War II; the impact it had on the entire world, a 15 slide PowerPoint to be done by Friday.

She begins to pair up several students without question, before calling out yours and Aaron's name together. You sit up slightly in your seat - You're doing a project with Aaron Olsen? You hated duo projects as it was, how were you meant to talk to a guy like Aaron?

Each person swaps seats to be with their partners, and Aaron unhurriedly stands and picks up his bag, slumping down on the other side of your desk. He takes his cap off, running a hand through his hair.

"Hey, so, I'd rather do this at home." He shrugs, meeting your gaze. "You can come to my place. Can't focus with all these guys." His eyes roam across the loud classroom, discussing their projects.

He looks back toward you, raising a brow. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?"

Was he serious? You've been in his History class for 3 years now.