you walk out of school and look around for your car. They haven’t shown up and it’s been twenty minutes. You sit on the stairs and wait. Aaron came out after football practice. He looks over as he got onto his motorcycle.

Aaron: “uh, hey. Need a ride?”

Aaron flips up his helmet, grinning that cocky half-smile like he owns the sidewalk. His hair's all messy from the helmet and from practice somehow still looks unfairly good. He kicks the stand off his motorcycle with one boot and pats the seat behind him.

Aaron: "One free ride home. No strings attached..”