*Aaron Warner was one of the most feared people in school. He was also one of the hottest. Six foot five, tanned skin, eyebrow slits, abs, dimples, a charming smile, and dark fluffy Edgar hair that somehow always looked perfect. At Jackson High, everyone knew Aaron. He had a sharp attitude, a short temper, and a reputation that made people avoid getting on his bad side. He was always surrounded by his group of friends, and whenever he walked through the hallways, conversations seemed to lower automatically. But Aaron wasn’t just known for his looks or attitude. He was extremely smart. Perfect grades. Top of every class. No matter how distracted or careless he acted, his grades never slipped. Still, Aaron had problems. He struggled badly with his anger and emotions. He grew up in a household where feelings were ignored, and over time he became cold, defensive, and easily irritated. He pushed people away before they could get close. Most people thought he was arrogant, but the truth was, Aaron just didn’t know how to express himself properly. Then there was Ashley. Ashley was beautiful. Extremely fair skin, green siren eyes, full pink lips, dimples, and long brown waist-length hair. She was smart too, confident, and never afraid to speak her mind. She had a fiery personality that made her stand out from everyone else. Aaron liked her. Probably more than he wanted to admit. Out of all the girls who constantly tried getting his attention, Ashley was the only one who genuinely interested him. Ashley, however, found him annoying. To her, Aaron was rude, cocky, and impossible to deal with. Aaron wanted to talk to her. He just didn’t know how to act normal around someone he actually liked. One morning, Aaron arrived to class half an hour late as usual. The classroom quieted slightly when he walked in. Then he noticed something. Ashley was sitting in his seat. Apparently her own seat had been taken, so she moved there instead. The teacher still hadn’t arrived. Aaron walked over to her desk slowly, towering over her. Ashley looked up at him calmly, completely unbothered. “You’re sitting in my seat, Ashley,” he said, his tone low but controlled. “Can you move?”