Beep. Beep. Beep.
I reach over and slam my hand down on the alarm clock on my bed side table without opening my eyes. I lay there for a few minutes before sitting up in bed and stretching my arms up over my head. I rub my eyes to get the sleep out of them, and finally stand. The clock reads 6:03, meaning it was time to get ready for school.I groggily walk over to the dresser and pull out the first shirt I see along with some ripped up and worn out jeans. I make my way to the mirror and wince when I see the girl staring back at me. She wasn't beautiful. Her face wasn't remarkable. She was a girl you wouldn't think twice about seeing. I push the thoughts away and finish getting ready before heading out the door.
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I get to school a few minutes later than usual in hopes to avoid Aaron. Facing him after the other night isn't exactly an appealing thought. I should have known better than to think that he might have actually had the same feelings for me as I had for him.
I walked down the empty hall to my locker, grabbing my books out. As I turned around, I face planted something hard in front of me. "Oh I'm so-". My words were cut off when I saw who it was, a face I've gotten way too familiar with. I stared up at his face to see him smiling.
God, I love his smile...
He laughed, bringing me out of my daze. "What are you thinking about? Is it my good looks or my good looks?" Aaron said with a smirk. I felt my cheeks heat up, causing a blush to spread across my face like wild fire. He laughed once he noticed, tilting his head back slightly and closing his eyes like always. I quickly composed myself.
"Actually I was thinking about how much I sure would like to get to class, but there's one big ego-filled problem in the way," I shot back with a sly grin. He quickly stopped laughing and seemed to be taken back by my choice of words, his faced on shock. The shock only lasted a few seconds before he smiled and leaned into my ear as he whispered "If you wanted to see something big love, all you had to do was ask."I playfully punched his stomach as he burst into a fit of laughter once again. There it is. There's the Aaron I know. Conceited, but still playful and charming.
He learned up against the locker beside me and rested his arm on my shoulder. "So dollface, Danny's throwing a party tonight. Wanna be my date?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he asked the question. I thought about it for a second.
I'm sure she'll be there. And I'd rather not have to see her falling all over the place to get his attention.
"I think I'll pass, stud muffin."Did I really just fucking say that?
Aaron raised his eyebrows at be before shaking his head and laughing. Curse him for being so damn cute...
"Come on Lexi. It'll be fun." Aaron nudges my side and gives me a cute little puppy dog face.I can't say no to that....
"Fine," I finally say. He grins widely. "Great. Pick you up at eight." About that time, Ms. Braxton comes walking down the hallway, her loud heels tapping, echoing down the empty corridor.
"Hey, shouldn't you two be in class instead of goofing off in the hallways?" She yelled. I looked over at Aaron as he pushes himself off of the blue locker beside me and quickly gives my hand a squeeze and starts down the hallway. "Yeah yeah, we're going. See you at eight, Lexi." And with a wink in my direction, he was down the hall.
Aaron walker, what am I going to do with you?
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