Alex Ramone was High School's second hottest boy. His dark chocolate skin was soft and buttery, like a brand-new baby bottom, and you nearly melted when his dark chocolate eyes stared into yours. However, Alex never topped Cecelia's ex, Jacob Simmons.

Jacobs's lightly tanned six-pack and dark blue eyes were the equivalents of a god, and when he flexed, he reminded me of Superman in a tight latex suit.

"Cece," I overheard Jessica screech from my locker as I showered my books into place. She snapped her fingers in Cecelia's face, and Cece roared.

"Jessica!" Cecelia wailed, gripping the edges of her locker door as she swiveled her head towards Jessica and Jennifer in amusement. Jessica nearly jumped out of her slim, petite body as Cece glared at her.

"What do you want, Jessica?" Cece growled. Jessica and Jennifer half-smiled as she pried Cecelia's fingers from the locker door.

"You okay?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, Jenn. Jacob and I are just taking a brief break at the moment. Everything will be just fine."

"Didn't you and Jacob break up a week ago?" Jessica asked again. Her tiny fingers repeatedly pried Cece's tips from the lockers as she spoke.

"Yeah, but I know he wants me back," Cece replied. "So, if Jacob doesn't want me back, I can have the next best thing-"

"Which is?" Jennifer interrupted midline.

"Chocolate." I averted my eyes to the man, candy, standing next to Jacob in the corner. Cecelia was staring, too, rolling her eyes and huffing in frustration.

"It's just temporary, though," she said. "Until Jacob comes running back into my arms." Jennifer giggled to herself as her eyes widened.

"You mean Alex Ramone, right?"

"No, Durr," Cece growled back. Jacob walked past Cecelia into the hallway. She leaned in for a kiss but pushed her back softly, grunting under his breath, watching the three girls look like idiots.

"We heard all of that, bitch," Jacob snapped.

"Yeah, we're not the type of guys you can use for your slutty fantasies, Cece." Alex snarled. Then the beefy football players wandered away without batting another eye at Cece.

"It'll take some time," Jessica reassured, patting Cece's back.

"He better," Cecelia muttered, walking off with her two friends trudging behind. Cece grunted, slamming her locker shut. I yanked my other books from my locker and slammed my locker, too, just as Aaron appeared behind me.

"Good morning, Em," Aaron said, snaking his arm around my shoulder. I reluctantly didn't push him off. Instead, I rolled my eyes and glared at him as we walked down the hallway to take on physical education class.

Aaron's eyes were perfect, like proportional round icicles on a porcelain plastic face. He had a chiseled jawline, and his dark hair came in perfect, wavy curls on top of his head. He was tall, most likely six feet, and as my brown eyes traveled down the man in front of me while we halted together in the middle of the track field later that evening, my eyes widened, and they suddenly wandered down to his abdomen.

There was one thing I did not expect to see from Aaron. He underestimated me when his shirt pulled over his head in the sweltering heat as we ran laps together during physical education. That one thing was my greatest weakness in men-detailed six-pack abs.

Why was he hiding this from me? Why had I never seen him shirtless before? His abs were so detailed and flexible that he almost made me hyperventilate. In, out. In, out.

I watched a pool of sweat drip down his hot body as he huffed deep breaths. In, out. In, out. In, out. I panicked as my eyes pulled to his pecks and bulging biceps. I never noticed how much detail his arm muscles had until now.

Damn, he was sexy. Was I losing my mind? Was I okay? I was losing my mind over the perfect boy in front of me. Aaron Chanson was hotter than Alex Ramone, Jacob Simmons, and Brennan Wright. I was—"

"Thirsty?" Aaron asked me, holding his water bottle out in front of me. Yep. I was very thirsty. I almost drooled as I nabbed his bottle from his hands and dumped water into my mouth. I only did that because my water was empty, and I was too lazy to walk to the fountain and fill up my bottle.

That was besides the fact that everyone had disgusting germs. Who knew where their mouth had been or what they did with that fountain? It was a breeding ground for viruses and diseases. Nope! I didn't want to catch nerd cooties.

I guzzled the last drop of water before handing Aaron his bottle again. "Thank you," I said.

He shrugged. "At least your verbal manners are catching on."

"Shut up," I snapped at him.

"Fine! I'll return after I get more water, but Cece and her squad..." He pointed to the band of delinquents towards the bleachers, "... are over there watching you and me like a hawk, and I don't recommend leaving you alone."

"If you wanted me to come, you could have said that instead of leading me on a wild goose chase?"

"I was not," he barked.

"Was too."

"Was not. I was trying to protect you," Aaron started, watching me with an extensive puppy-eyed expression. I stared at him, too, testing him with a single glare. He gazed back, wide-eyed, as we watched each other and huffed.

"Was not!" He screeched, breaking the silent eye contact. I rolled my eyes.

Whatever.

"Look, dorkis, you may be cute, emphatic, incredibly strong, clever, and have movie star looks and everything, but I still don't think you could handle someone like Cecelia." Aaron confronting my worst enemy was like Mighty Mouse fighting Superman on his bad days.

Aaron stared at me, half surprised, before finally mustering the ability to speak. "You think I can't handle a girl like Cece?" He asked.

"Yep."

"I handle you just as well, don't I," he asked. My eyebrows pulled together as I hummed to myself, fighting the urge to hit him where the sun didn't shine. Then he let out a deep, masculine chuckle.

"Maybe I should feed you to the wolves every so often." His eyes locked on Cecelia, and he patted my shoulder before he wandered away, clearly disgruntled with me.

I felt awful. I truly did. The one moment when I finally thought I liked someone, I screwed it up. But I wasn't giving up so quickly. Now that Aaron was hanging around each other, I had to apologize, and it wasn't the greatest of apologies so it would hurt a bit.

I still had to find out who placed my name on the ballots for prom queen and kick Cecelia's ass, and I may have figured it out. Would you like to buy a vowel?

I was catching feelings for Aaron, but if I had to choose between avenging my worst enemy with a tiara or Aaron right then, I would prefer the plastic dollar store crown. I thought boys were bad news, anyway.