Aaron was walking back from the library, hoodie pulled over his head and headphones over his ears. He had his head down, when his head snapped up. The goddamn Randall family was speeding again, right as a girl was crossing the street.

Aaron grabbed her wrist, pulling her back right as the car zoomed past. She would have been hit, had he not pulled her away.

“Are you alright?” He asked in his rough, uncaring voice. It was raining, and freezing, and the girl didn't even have a jacket.