Aaron's POV:
I guess me and Aphmau are dating? I thought I knew the rules at this school, the first and most important one is, cheerleaders and nerds can't date.
But why is that bunch of rules at a high school are keeping me away from her?
Her hair always smells nice, she's so pretty when she smiles. Her laugh, it makes me wanna laugh, because I know I can make her smile. And the most important thing, she doesn't treat me like shit.
The first day I saw her in high school, she didn't slap my books off my desk while walking by, like every other girl. She didn't dangle my glasses in front of me. Guess what, she said hi. She actually said hi. Everyone in the halls got caught off guard and so did I.
Now I'm not that big of a nerd, I just wear glasses, and I guess naturally good at science and math. Some understand more than others. The big reason why I'm called a nerd is because my school isn't full of mathletes and robotics teams. Only twenty kids out of—what is it? Nine hundred, six hundred?— go to an AP class. I'm one of them. They only have one AP class because Henderson's high is for dummy's. But it's the closet to our apartment so why not.
I get why they put the school for dumb kids in the upper west side of New York. It's because all the rich and pretty kids live here. You don't need to have smarts when your white a white rich male, all you need to do is shout "make me a sandwich!" you don't need to have smarts when your a white and rich woman, all you need to do is respond to your husbands pleads and wants. Have kids and die. That's the premise of life.
But with Aph, I feel like I don't need to have a wife and two kids and then die. I feel like we'll have adventures, then two kids, and then more adventures, and then knitting. I don't know why I thought of knitting, but something tells me we will be knitting. I have no idea where these thoughts of the future with Aphmau are coming from, maybe it's because her boobs are on my chest? I don't know, they're really soft, I wanna rub my face in them again. That was too much.
Okay, even I know she's out of my league. She's literally the Marylin Monroe of the school, except she has black hair, and not thin eyebrows. I mean, I had a few people who came up to me and said "your hot for a guy who likes to shove his face in books all day." Of course this wasn't from my family members, all though that would be weird. So I guess I'm hot? I don't know, if I wasn't she wouldn't be laying on me naked right now.
Suddenly, Aphmau lifted her head up because my whispers of telling her she's beautiful has stopped, she really is though, beautiful I mean. I stared at her, a bit dazed. I pecked her on the lips as she knelt her head back down. "Remember that one time you taught the class." She brought up, I chuckled at the thought. Mr. Granger had a huge migraine that day and he called out, so he just pointed at me and told me to teach the class, he handed me his lesson book and everything. The only part of the story Aphmau does not know is that I had a huge boner.
Aphmau had her cheerleading tournament that day, and they had to wear their uniforms in school. Her skirt was pulled up, a bit too high. High enough for me to notice, and to stare. Earlier on in that clas while Mr.Granger did attendance, he had to call me out because I was day dreaming of something way to dirty to "share to the class"
Aphmau's POV
I noticed his boner the second he stood up. I kept on staring at it. He looked so, huge. His face was beat red too. He tried to cover his tent with the lesson book but it was too obvious, so he just quit and sat down, I remember what he said, "and....Fuck it, tell him you know everything about balance equations." Then everyone laughed.
"I taught the class for live five minutes." He played with my hair.
"It was fun while it lasted." I sighed and gripped onto his muscular arm, "You sure you don't want to try out for the football team?" He rolled his eyes and smile.
"Sure." He kissed my forehead.
"Maybe you could see my backside better." I giggled.
"I mean I wouldn't mind.." He mumbled and then smirked as I playfully punched him. I moved up closer to him, as I felt an chilly breeze. He blushed and kept glancing at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Round 2?" I blushed hard, and then nodded.
Morning...
Sunday morning, the sun shined through my window as I smelt coffee on the—Wait, morning?! I bolted up from the bed, seeing if Aaron was still there, and he was! "We fell asleep!" I almost scream loud enough for my family to hear. He chuckled at me worrying about something for the first time. "Out, our out!" I grabbed the blanket to cover myself as Aaron slowly stumbled out of bed. I started throwing his clothes at him.
"Jesus, ever planned on signing up for the Yankees?" He laughed. I quickly hushed him.
"You need to leave, before my dad—"
"Honey," my mom yelled, almost opening the door, "What's all that noise, if your not up get up. Breakfast."
"Coming mama!" I shouted. Aaron hauled all of his clothes to the window, still in his boxers.
"Ooh, Wait I think I left my wallet on the kitchen table." He faked, I tried to shove him out on the fire escape, "Hey, you forget something?"
"What?" He pulled me into a kiss, our tongues dancing like they did last night. He hooked my chin as he stared deeply in my eyes.
"See ya at school, beautiful." He and I both blushed. And in perfect timing he left before my mother burst open the door, I however was still wrapped up in a blanket, love-sick at the window as I watched Aaron run down the fire escape and pull in the rest of his clothes in the alley way.
"Who were you talking to?" My mom asked.
"Myself." I shyly grinned.
"Breakfast is ready." I changed into my robe and walked out into the kitchen, seeing our maid Angela. I walked up to her and gave her the look, knowing that she knew about him.
"Would you like eggs?" She kindly asked in her soothing Russian accent. I nodded.
"I'll make some for the boy who climbed out your window too."
Heavily inspired by the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (a Amazon show series)
