Asterism

5. favourite quarterback

GIGGLING.

Laughing lightly and repeatedly in an excited, nervous, or silly way.

An alternative definition?

Aiden Matthews' theme song.

Marley's been dating the guy for almost a year, gone on a countless number of dates and excursions with him - so all of it is nothing new.

The lustful stares in Aiden's direction are expected. The flirting from the waitresses at restaurants they go to, has become customary. The looks as they pass by shoppers in the mall and on the street, would be strange to go without.

And Marley's favourite? The condescending, 'oh, that's your girlfriend?' look. The look an ordinary, plain girl like Marley Hoover gets because she's somehow dating him.

The look she was receiving right now.

After a greeting and introduction, as well as informative talk about Brown Residence Life, the students were instructed to line up in front of tables according to their last names, to receive their dorm cards. She and Aiden had made it to the front of her line after about ten minutes, but lucky for them both, the volunteer was far more interested in leaving an impression on her boyfriend.

With a long sigh, Marley handed her drivers license to the blonde woman, who had leaned her chin on her palm, and was blinking up at Aiden with a coy smile. She twirled a strand of hair in her finger, fluttering her lashes, not giving a damn that there was a whole line of students waiting on the finale of her ridiculous flirting skills. "What's your major?"

Marley pushed her drivers licence along the table and to the girls' elbow.

"Fill this out." She was shot a nasty look, the information clipboard with a stack of forms to fill out, shoved in her open arms in a dismissive manner.

Marley had no reaction to the blunt rudeness, because the number one wish of every girl who wants Aiden Matthews the second they lay eyes on him is obviously his roadblock girlfriend out of sight and out of his mind. A lot of them genuinely think that if they act like she doesn't exist, Aiden will somehow think she doesn't exist, too.

In reality, that's the opposite of what always happens.

Marley began to write down the information needed, also eager to see what was about to go down.

Because what this unsuspecting, poor girl is about to realize the hard way is-

"What's your problem?" Aiden retorted, giving the girl a dry look from over his sunglasses, resting a very purposeful arm over Marley's shoulders.

-that the one thing higher on Aiden Matthews' blacklist than murder is disrespecting his girlfriend right in front of him.

"Oh. Uh, nothing. I just-nothing." The blonde straightened in her chair, startled by the blatant annoyance lacing Aiden's tone. She looked nothing but embarrassed now, focusing on the task at hand instead. She began to flip through a binder and search a bin at her feet for packages.

Marley set the clipboard down on the table a few seconds later. The blonde left her chair to walk down the busy table for something she needed, the forms in her hand.

Marley took out her wallet, grinning up at her boyfriend, "You're learning how to repel your own groupies. It seems like so long ago that you hid behind me in the shower line. Can I just say I'm so proud of how far you've come young grasshopper."

Aiden flicked her nose at the tease, chuckling when she wrinkled it at him.

The blonde took her seat and cleared her throat uncomfortably for their attention, holding out the folder for Marley to take.