Sincerely Yours

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Tristan and Caleb were still annoying, though. Well in my eyes, Tristan more than Caleb, but to Aiden it was definitely more so Caleb. I think they wanted us to cause them bodily harm, but Aiden wasn't letting me yell at them or anything.

But this was going to be the second time I'd officially hang out with Aiden without them. This time though, we were in public, and not the comforts of his outstanding fortress of solitude, a.k.a his treehouse. And he was picking me up from campus, right after our lunch with Lovebird One and Lovebird Two.

"Where's Aiden?" I asked when I sat down at our usual outdoor table. Both Caleb and Tristan smirked at me, "wouldn't you like to know?"

"That's why I asked."

They knowingly glanced at each other and smirked. "He's behind you," Caleb notified, before I could turn around myself I was grabbed and turned face to face with Aiden and his million dollar smile. He eagerly urged me to stand up, bouncing a little when I did. As much as I kind of hate to say this, it was kind of cute. I offered a mini smile back, he blushed a little with his keys in hand. "You ready to go?"

I also thought his shy reaction to my smile at him was kind of precious. "Now?" I thought we would be eating lunch with them, but apparently he had other plans as he shrugged a shoulder. But I could see eagerness in his eyes, they had been that way since the other night. "Might as well get a head start. You said you had an idea, right?"

I nodded, looking back at Caleb and Tristan who were unaware of our day. Tristan opened his mouth to ask the predicted question, I shook my head, "not a date." It was a Friday, we didn't tutor on Fridays.

"You sure?" Aiden asked me, a slight teasing grin making its way onto his lips. I frowned, stepping back, "yes, I'm sure! You're not dreaming, Pattinson."

"Sadly." He pouted at me.

Sometimes he was so smackable. Adorable, but smackable.

I let out a quick gasp when he clung to my waist and started our walk to his car. "See you, guys!" He shouted over his shoulders. People looked at us as we passed them, the feeling of knowing you're being watched was only okay for me under specific circumstances. This, was not one of those circumstances.

"Let me guess; your middle name's not Discreet, is it?" I placed my hand on his arm, and pried out of his hold. He stopped us at his car, luckily parked behind a giant oak tree and bushes. He stepped in front of me and looked at my body unabashedly. I wasn't wearing my hoodie for the first time since first setting foot on this campus, I almost couldn't believe myself.

No, I was wearing a sweater, a little oversized in length how I liked it, and some skinny black jeans. I looked down at myself, my thighs looked more slender than what they really were in my jeans and the gap between them was more prominent. I regretted my choice of outfit. I was skinny but muscular, I knew this, because I worked out, but now for some reason I felt self conscious about it. I know, 'always try to stay positive about your body' but...it's so much easier to question yourself.

I found myself pulling at the hem of my sweater past my hips, as if to hide myself. "What am I being discreet about?" He asked, I drew my attention back to him and suddenly my self-esteem grew smaller. The fucking sun hit him perfectly, his face was radiant underneath it and the contrasting warm colors on his skin clashed so well with the icy shade of his crystal-like eyes. And his body was perfect, he was perfectly proportioned, had a pleasant amount of meat on his bones, and anything he wore looked so cute and amazing on him.