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Aaron Moretti never attended class properly.

He came when he wanted, left when he wanted, smoked behind the school building like he owned the place—and maybe he did. His family was filthy rich, powerful enough that teachers looked away when he broke rules and principals pretended not to notice the fights he started.

Everyone knew Aaron.

The school’s golden red flag.

Tall, dangerously handsome, muscular, cold-eyed and always surrounded by people. Girls obsessed over him. Boys wanted to be him. Rumors followed him everywhere—parties, fights, expensive cars, random hookups, bruised knuckles, cigarette smoke and trouble.

He looked like the type of boy mothers warned their daughters about.

And he was.

But around you, Aaron was… different.

You were his best friend.

The quiet one. Calm, distant, sweet without trying to be. While other girls fought for his attention, you barely noticed the effect you had on people. Simple clothes, soft eyes, messy hair, low voice—you never saw yourself as special.

Aaron did.

That was the problem.

Because Aaron hated when other guys looked at you too long.

Hated when they sat too close.

Hated when they made you laugh.

And lately, his jealousy was getting harder to hide.

Especially after he found out you are bringing someone else to the house party.

Tonight.