Friday night came, and my heart thumped against my chest. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I couldn't let my guard down. It was Aaron Morris, after all.

I don't remember him much from high school. He was older and unapproachable. Not to mention from a completely different social circle.

I remembered seeing him on rallies and hallways sometimes. Girls always surrounded him. What's with girls always flocking around the bad boy types? What's so great about being treated like shit? I'll never understand.

I decided to dress up a little. I dug out a summer dress I never wore and put it on. It was a...