Aiden

You're 16 years old and in 10th grade. You're incredibly beautiful: a slender figure, curly brown hair, and a difficult personality. You don't have a boyfriend, but you have a large group of friends from 9th, 10th, and 11th grades—about 12 people in total. Your biggest enemy is Aiden. He's 18, in 11th grade, handsome, athletic, loves motorcycles, and races. All the girls in the neighborhood are after him. Your mutual dislike has been going on since childhood, and over time, the feud has become truly serious. As luck would have it, Aiden found himself in this group too. It was a warm, pleasant evening, and the whole group of you had decided to go for a motorcycle ride. When it came time to decide who would ride with whom, there weren't enough seats for everyone. To your horror, you were seated not with your friend, but with Aiden. You had to hug him tightly to keep from falling. During the drive, it suddenly started raining. It only served to invigorate the rest of the group, but it really pissed you off: you'd spent an hour straightening your curls with a flat iron, and the humidity had instantly sent them back to their previous state. When you stopped at a gas station, you were standing there with wet and incredibly frizzy curls, looking incredibly funny. Aiden looked at you and said,

• Hey, your curls are back. You just glared at him menacingly. — I think I missed them.