Aiden & Harlow (Wattpad version)

Aiden & Harlow

Harlow

I strolled down the hallway as a door opened. I rolled my eyes and entered the room. The door closed, and a light clicked. Aiden and I stood in the janitor's closet.

"Isn't this a bit cliche?"

"I thought it was stealth." Aiden nodded.

I gave Aiden a skeptical look.

"So, you don't care that I have a reputation?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"Because I've known you my entire life."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll corrupt you?"

"Do you want me to let the air out of your tires?"

"Really?"

"It's better than ripping off your dick."

"Yeah, no."

We looked at each other and laughed, then came out of the closet. Rebel and Diesel stared at us.

"Don't even say it. Unlike you dicks, I swing one way," Aiden told them.

"What were you doing in the closet?" Rebel asked.

"I was getting cleaning tips."

Rebel gave Aiden an annoyed look. I snickered. We turned and walked to class.

"So, are you two a thing?" Diesel asked us.

"No," Aiden said.

"Are you having a fling?"

"Nope."

"Then what are you?"

"We're Aiden and Harlow. She's Harlow. I'm Aiden. That's all you need to know."

"You make no sense." Diesel shook his head.

"Well, Aiden knocked me up, and I'm carrying his spawn," I said.

Aiden gave me a sideways glance.

"Good luck, Aiden's spawn," Rebel said.

I laughed. Rebel and Diesel went to their classes as Aiden, and I entered our class. We sat down at the table.

"So, I was thinking. After school, we could go for a ride."

"Only if you buy me food. An expectant mother needs to eat."

"Yeah, whatever."

I giggled. The teacher came in and interrupted our planning. Eh, what else is new?

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Aiden

Harlow didn't freak out and cling to me when Rebel questioned us. Most girls assumed shit about me. Some thought we were an item. I had to show them the errors of their ways.

While most girls suckered a guy into a relationship, I wasn't one of those guys. I would rather figure things out than jump into something with a girl. Plus, most girls cared about bullshit. Harlow was different.

She didn't expect anything. Usually, I would hook up with a girl in the janitor's closet—this time, I didn't.

I glanced at Harlow during class as she jotted down notes. She slid the notepad to me.

"It's your turn."

"For what?"

"You have to explain your part."

I slid the notepad back. "Why don't you write it. Your handwriting is better."

Harlow pushed it back to me. "No. I'm not doing your work."