Lessons On Attraction

"What are you wearing?" Aaron crossed his arms over his chest, raising his right eyebrow. "A dress, duh," I placed my hand on my hip, examining the dress while looking in the mirror.

I turned around to see him scanning over my body, at first I thought he was checking me out, "What's with all the muscles?" He exclaimed, looking at my legs. Well, that thought died.

"It's from soccer, what, do you have a problem with a girl having more muscles than you? Calm down, I'm not freaking Jillan Micheals," I flexed my muscles, poking at my biceps with my free hand. I looked up to see him shaking his head.

"You look like Hulk in a pink dress," he chuckled at his lame joke. I frowned, "I'm sorry that I'm abnormally strong, you're just jelly that you don't have," I flexed my muscles again, "this," I finsihed, I heard him sigh.

"That," he pointed at my flexed arm, "Is definitely not attractive."

I frowned.
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Fionna Jet is a clumsy, sporty, unlady like, warm hearted, abnormally strong, nature loving, joker who is desperate for love. She spent all her time on the soccer club in middle school so much that she decided to dedicate her time to find her true love in high school.

She was desperate enough that she spent two hours in a mall, waiting for a guy to pick her up. Poor girl. Her friend gave her some crazy idea on getting a coach to teach her... to be attractive.

Aaron Rae, a calm, intimidating, emotionless, mysteries, quiet, tired/lazy, intelligent hottie who, for some reason, hates stuffed toys, is a total chick magnet. Suprise, surprise, he "hates girls," not that he is gay or anything.

He said, "I know one or two things about girls. One thing is that they go insane about a guy not liking them, they become depressed and cry. I hate girls." Shocking, right? Wait, there's more, he actually agreed on being Fionna's coach.

He teaches her by criticizing her. What a nice boy.