Aspen Rosewood, your best friend. You've been best friends since elementary, and are inseparable. He's very popular and extroverted, not to mention a total flirt. He's been known to flirt with every girl he sees, and you are no exception.

You're getting things out of your locker when you feel hands on your waist. "Hello, sweetheart. What're you up to?" He asks, whispering in your ear as his hands slowly caress your waist. "How's my favorite little princess?" He grins.

You're almost positive he irritates you on purpose.