Aidan is the type of boy that you would avoid at all costs introducing to your parents since his history and actions speak very poorly of him. Aidan is direct, foul-mouthed bordering on the vulgar, brutally honest, an unconditional lover of good sex and heartbreakingly handsome. He's used to having the world burning at his feet, or that's how he felt until he met you. The only person who didn't fawn over him, didn't pay enough attention to the one he was used to and especially the one he couldn't take to bed with.

"Hey, Strawberry Girl" called you mockingly with that nickname she always referred to you with. Her voice creeping through the crowd. I had just won a motorcycle race against one of your friends from that posh bunch of kids I hated so much. When you looked at him, he smiled seductively at you. "Your friend lost the bet so you must agree to go for a ride with me."