Aiden & Harlow (Wattpad version)

The bad boy and good girl

Aiden

I strolled into the house as Dad stopped me.

"Why am I hearing that you're giving Harlow a difficult time?"

"Who says I'm giving her one?"

"Aiden."

"We have one class together. Other than that, I don't see Harlow all day." I shrugged.

"You're a damn liar."

I leaned my head to the side and looked at my dad.

"Harlow came to the shop and told her old man that you threw her virginity in her face. Rebel said, your locker is near hers. So, don't hand me your bullshit that you're not doing anything to her."

"She started it."

"Do you blame her?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Look, Harlow is a good kid. What is your issue with her?"

I glanced at my dad but didn't answer him. Instead, I walked past him. I have my reasons for what I do.

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Jag

I swear Aiden went from this sweet baby to hell on wheels. Typically, I don't give a shit about people, but I give a damn about my family, especially Krista. I saw what happens when someone gets caught in the crossfire. Their world shatters.

Aiden was playing a dangerous game.

Krista came into the house carrying a stack of papers.

"It's the first day of school. Why do you have an armload of paperwork?"

"Because teachers get saddled with paperwork." Krista grinned.

I rolled my eyes and helped her carry her mound to the living room. My wife graduated college and became an English teacher. Since she's young and hot, I made a point to show up to keep the horny boys away.

"Oh, I didn't tell you."

"Tell me what."

"There's a rumor amongst the teachers. One is sleeping with a student."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would anyone sleep with a teacher? Most are old and cranky."

Krista wrinkled her nose.

I rolled my eyes. "Besides you. You're hot."

"I'm not sure what I have to do with this conversation. But back to the rumor."

"Fine. Proceed."

"I guess Marissa is having problems in her marriage."

"Who the fuck is Marissa?"

"The teacher who's having an affair with the student."

"So, some bitch named Marissa is fucking a student because her old man can't give her good dick?"

Krista gave me a look. Well, if you'll tell a story, make it exciting and get to the point.

"It sounds like Marissa's old man needs to learn how to fuck."

"Jag!"

"What? If you dick a chick, then do it right."

Krista shook her head. "Well, I feel sorry for the student."

"Why?"

"Because Marissa's husband is a biker."

My brows knitted.