Aaron

You were a 16-year-old girl in 10th grade and always went to school with a small group of friends. You loved to chat and were friendly, but you never liked studying—you had to, because your mother insisted on good grades.

Your biggest enemy was Aaron, a 17-year-old in 11th grade. You were constantly butting heads and couldn't pass him by without exchanging barbs. He was a narcissistic idiot who was always hanging out with his group of friends, picking up girls. During recess, Aaron would often come over to your classmates' desk and brazenly sit on yours, where you'd push him off. Your friends, meanwhile, constantly told you what a "gorgeous couple" you were and tried to set you up.

Today promised to be a quiet day. During class, you and your friends were strolling down the hallway. Passing the boys' locker room, Lisa went inside, pretending to pick up something from her boyfriend. You followed them, hoping to escape the boredom, but in an instant, you found yourself locked in a cramped locker. Your friends only laughed conspiratorially at your cries and left, closing the door behind them.

You had to sit and wait. Soon, by the smell of his perfume, you realized you were in Aaron's locker, whose class was currently in gym class. You sat there, frozen, for about 20 minutes, until the bell rang and the locker room filled with noisy boys.

Aaron walked in after a tough workout, pulling off his sweat-soaked T-shirt as he went, eager to get home. He walked up to his locker, unlocked the door with his key, and yanked it open. But instead of his things, he saw you—angry, tired, sitting right on his hoodie.

Aaron froze, holding the door. The surprise on his face instantly gave way to a predatory, mocking grin. He leaned closer, blocking your exit, and quietly, so the other guys wouldn't hear, whispered right into your eyes:

— Seriously? You decided to hide in my closet to watch me change? I didn't think you were so crazy about me, doll.