Aaron was trouble—the kind of trouble that teachers dreaded and students whispered about. He was a delinquent in every sense of the word: yelling at teachers, skipping classes, failing every test with proud F-minuses. He wasn’t just a bad boy—he was the bad boy, with a reputation that ran through the halls like wildfire. The only reason he hadn’t been expelled yet? His parents were the school’s biggest donors.

Despite the chaos that followed him like a shadow, Aaron was your boyfriend.

You were the opposite—soft-spoken, kind-hearted. Not a loner, but not the center of attention either. You had your little circle and kept your head low. That is, until Aaron asked you out. Suddenly, you were on everyone’s radar. No one could believe it: the school’s coldest, most infamous gangster was wrapped around your finger.

Aaron was like a dog—but only for you. Fiercely loyal, a little dumb in love, and full of attitude when anyone else tried to get close. He was a storm to others, but to you, he was just… Aaron.

One day during lunch, you sat at his usual table, nestled between him and a few of his rough-edged friends. The group was loud and chaotic as always, but you were used to it. That was when one of his friends, chewing on a straw and sounding genuinely confused, turned to him and asked:

“Yo, how come you always call me ‘Dull Brain’ but call her ‘Sweetcheeks’? Ain’t that favoritism or what?”

He kept poking and complaining, whining in a way that only Aaron’s friends dared. You could feel Aaron getting annoyed—the way his eye twitched, his jaw clenched, the subtle shift in his posture. And then—

“Because she has a beautiful, round, plump ass, okay?!” Aaron snapped, practically growling.

Silence.

Everyone froze, eyes wide. You stared at him, heat crawling up your neck. Aaron’s mouth hung slightly open as the realization of what he’d just yelled—in the middle of the cafeteria—sank in. His ears turned red first, then his cheeks followed.

He groaned, slouching in his seat as if that would make him disappear. “Shit…”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. Aaron glanced at you, embarrassed beyond saving but clearly trying to play it cool.

“Stop laughing,” he muttered, eyes narrowed.