7
**Kaylee's POV**
It's been a month and a half since Aidan and I got together. We get along *really* well, but there's one thing that's been bugging me: he knows everything about me, yet I barely know anything about him. He knows about my past with Malcolm, when I had my first time, my first kiss, even when I got my first period... I even had to teach him how to count properly—long story, don't ask. Let's just say alcohol was involved.
As for me? I wasn't that curious about him at first. Well, I *was*—until I realized he always dodged my questions. Every time I asked him something, he acted like I was head over heels in love with him. What a joke. He's such an idiot... but it's Aidan, so somehow, it's forgivable.
Speaking of him, I caught myself staring into his eyes instead of paying attention to this god-awful literature class. His eyes... I love his eyes. I told him once, and he went off on this whole speech about his "devastating beauty." His ego's been way too inflated since then.
Class was dragging on forever, so I leaned toward him to pass the time.
— *"Aidan?"* I whispered, low enough that the teacher wouldn't hear.
I'd zoned out since page one of the chapter anyway.
He turned away from his book and gave me that mock-innocent look he always pulls when he wants to be cute. He doesn't even try, but when he looks at me like that, I swear it gives me chills.
— *"What?"* he asked.
— *"How many girlfriends have you had in your 18 years of life?"*
He raised an eyebrow, surprised.
— *"Hey! I'm not 18 yet, I'm seventeen. Se-ven-teen!"* he protested.
— *"What's the difference? You'll be 18 in a few months."*
— *"yeah but…"* he muttered under his breath.
— *"Don't change the subject. Just answer."*
He sighed, knowing damn well I wasn't going to let it go. I still remember when I found those tiny cat clothes in his drawer. At first, he swore they belonged to his mom, but after a whole night of interrogation, he finally admitted he thought they were cute. It was a whole battle just to get him to spill.
Finally, he said:
— *"Zero."*
I narrowed my eyes, suspicious.
— *"Liar liar pants on fire,"* I sang playfully.
He looked at me like, *"Do I look like I'm joking?"*
— *"You see…"* he started, eyes dropping a bit. *"I don't really believe in love. Because of my past… so…"*
— *"WHAT?!"*
I might've shouted a little too loud because everyone turned around.
— *"Miss Wales, focus, please!"* the teacher snapped.
I sank into my seat, cheeks burning.
— *"Sorry, sir..."*
I pretended to pay attention for a few more minutes, feeling his eyes still on me. But as soon as he looked away, I leaned toward Aidan again.
— *"Seriously, puppy?"*
Yeah... the nickname had started slipping out more naturally. And I noticed he smiled like an idiot every time I called him that. It was… cute. Too many things were cute about this guy who was *supposed* to be a bad boy. I must be losing it.
— *"I thought you were gonna focus, Juliet."*
I groaned. He *knew* I hated my middle name, and he loved using it to scold me. Juliet—the girl who killed herself for love. I never understood what was so romantic about that story.
— *"Jerk."*
Aidan grinned, proud of my overreaction.
— *"So how many girls have you slept with then?"* I laughed. *"Or… are you still a virgin? Could be, right?"*
He didn't respond. Didn't even *look* at me.
— *"I was kidding, puppy. Come on, talk to me."*
I lightly tapped his thigh—totally platonically. Still nothing.
— *"You're *really* a virgin?!"*
Still silence. He was *definitely* avoiding my gaze now.
— *"WHAT?!"*
Okay, that was too loud.
The teacher stood up and walked over to our desk, glaring at me like I'd just insulted Shakespeare himself.
— *"Wales! I understand that at your age, it's difficult to control certain… urges, especially sitting next to someone like Aidan, who seems to be the school heartthrob. But sit properly and *focus*! I will *not* repeat myself!"*
I was being humiliated in front of the whole class.
— *"Sorry, sir…"* I mumbled, mortified.
— *"I hope you are. And *really* focus this time!"*
I nodded, too ashamed to say anything else.
Next to me, Aidan was *dying* of laughter.
— *"You bastard..."* I muttered with a glare.
— *"We're going to the park after school."*
I shot him another deadly look.
— *"The school trip is this weekend,"* he continued with a smirk. *"Apparently we're sleeping in transparent tents. Under the stars. I hope we end up in the same one..."*
He leaned closer, that smug smile plastered on his lips.
— *"I'm already imagining the very sinful things I could do to you…"*
I smacked his arm with a grimace.
— *"Shut up!"*
He laughed, but when I shot him a death glare, he finally chilled.
— *"Page 58,"* he whispered with a smirk.
I blinked.
— *"Asshole,"* I muttered, but I couldn't stop the smile from spreading on my lips.
He smiled back.
— *"You're welcome."*
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**After school – At the amusement park**
We ended up going to the amusement park after school. Well, "we"... Aidan practically begged like a child until I gave in. And seeing how excited he was, I get it now: he had *never* been to an amusement park.
I have to admit, it was hilarious. He was like a kid discovering Christmas for the first time. Bright eyes, huge grin… and he sucked at *every single* carnival game. Whether it was the shooting booth, duck fishing, or ring toss, he failed *miserably* every time.
But what got me was that he didn't give up. He kept trying just to win me a stuffed animal. Spoiler alert: he eventually gave up and just *bought* one when he realized he had zero chance of winning.
When night fell, we got in his car and headed to my place.
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**In front of my house**
Aidan cut the engine and turned to me with an amused smile.
— *"Cinderella's finally home,"* he said.
I raised an eyebrow.
— *"More like Maleficent than Cinderella, actually."*
— *"My little evil kitten,"* he replied, gently stroking my cheek.
A shiver ran down my spine. Not the lusty kind—something else. Something soft and unsettling all at once.
Crap. Don't tell me I'm starting to…
No. *No way.*
To hide the sudden wave of emotion, I teased:
— *"Are you flirting with me, Puppy?"*
His gaze deepened, and his smile turned mischievous.
— *"No need to flirt... You're already mine."*
And before I could reply, his lips were on mine.
It was soft. Tender. Almost *too* tender to be just some flirty act.
My heart skipped a beat.
Oh God...
When he pulled away, I stayed frozen for a moment, eyes locked with his. Then I whispered:
— *"Why do you always show everyone your bad boy side when in reality… you're so much better than that?"*
He shrugged slightly, like the answer was too complicated to give.
— *"It's a long story, kitten. I'll tell you someday."*
— *"Promise?"*
He smiled gently.
— *"Promise."*
And then he kissed me again.
Jesus… His lips are addictive.
I *hate* how much I like them.
He slowly leaned back, a satisfied look on his face.
— *"Goodnight, kitten."*
— *"Don't dream too much about me, Puppy,"* I said with a smirk.
He laughed, then stole one last kiss before I could pull away.
— *"You too,"* he whispered against my lips.
I raised an eyebrow, amused.
— *"Funny. I dream a lot… about *myself*."*
He burst out laughing, then gently pushed me toward the door.
— *"Go home, bitch."*
I turned around laughing.
— *"And what happened to 'kitten'?!"*
— *"See you tomorrow,''*
— *"Bye, asshole!"* I called out as I stepped inside.
Even once I was home, even when I got to my room, I *still* couldn't stop smiling.