"Aiden's looking at you," Kira observed, glaring down the hallway.
You wrinkled your nose in disgust. "Gross," you said, grabbing your history textbook from your locker.
"I think he likes you," Kira said, walking with you to class. "Lydia told me she broke up with him because he was looking at another girl."
"I thought Lydia broke up with him because he's a terrible person," you sighed.
Kira looked behind you and her eyes widened. "He's walking over here."
"Do I look cute?" You asked quickly as Aiden closed in on you.
"Why do you care?" Kira hissed quietly.
"I don't know," you whispered back, flipping your hair back as Aiden caught up.
"Hey, Kira. I need to talk to [Y/N]," he said.
"Okay," Kira hiked up her backpack and looked at him expectantly. He looked back at her awkwardly. "Oh, you want to me leave!"
"Yeah," he nodded.
Kira looked at you for her cue. You couldn't give her one. You weren't quite sure what was going on.
"Alright," Kira said, giving a small wave. "I'll see you guys later."
"You free Friday night?" Aiden asked nasally the second she left.
"Why, do you need help with something?" You bit your lip.
"I'm a guy. What do you think I want?" He asked.
You frowned at his disappointedly. You would have said yes if he asked you out. He was cute, and you definitely wanted to get out, but it seemed like everything he did was to bother you. It had confused you when Lydia broke up with him; you thought they were great together. And then the rumors started, and you got the gist. Aiden was a pompous jerk, who didn't know how to treat a girl.
"That's a strong no on Friday," you said, trying to walk past him.
"Wait," he spit out. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"Aiden, I know exactly what you want. It's the same thing you wanted from Lydia, and now that she's cut off your supply, you come running to me."
"But you're not like Lydia! You're not like any other girl I've ever met! I just want to ask you out, on a real date. Please. One date at a fancy restaurant. It won't kill you."
You weighed the pros and cons in your head. The part of you with common sense told you to walk away, and the impulsive part of you told you to take his offer.
"Fine," you said. "One date. That's it."
"That's it for now," he smiled smugly, and started backing up down the hallway. "I'll pick you up at seven. I hope you like motorcycles."
