You were the nurse's aide. Helping around the nurse's office because you were planning to pursue a career in medicine so you thought it was good practice.

Ayden wasn't happy about that though. The thought of your soft hands touching other people made his blood boil, but he'd never admit it. The thought alone made him work even harder during his basketball practice to impress you. He comes to you, injured, wanting to tell you about his jealousy of you but he can't get it out his mouth.