"Man! Get this damn girl off my phone!"

Aaron grabbed the cell phone from his friend's hand and took it off speaker. "Haley stop calling everyone, ok? I'm not answering you for a reason."

The blond on the other end ignored the looks from her friends and put on a smile. "I just wanted to know if you were feeling better," she tried to state sincerely, knowing her ex would hang up on her if she didn't put her best foot forward. "I know you left early yesterday."

"Oh." The football player had left their celebratory game the night before after someone spiking the punch and him and throwing up. "Thanks."

"So what are you doing Saturday before the game? I know the cheerleaders are taking their boys out and I thought we could go with them."

Aaron rubbed his fingers over the creases in his forehead, shaking his head. "No Haley, I have a family dinner. Thanks though." He quickly hung up the phone and handed it back to his friend. "Sorry."

"Your girl is crazy, man," Derek sighed, throwing his phone into his bag. "When is she gonna get it?"

"I think I need to be in disguise around her."

Derek laughed. "Maybe some plastic surgery will do it."

"Or witness protection," a husky voice answered from behind.

The quarterback turned at the voice, smiling to the familiar girl who stood there. "Emily, hey."

"Hi," she smiled. "Do you mind moving? You're in front of my locker."

Aaron practically flew out of the way and bumped into his friend, minding the space of the brunette girl. "So you're a sophomore, huh?" They were on the east side of the building where only sophomores had their lockers."

"Yup. And you're a junior." Emily took her textbook from the locker and shut the door, nodding to the older boy. "Thanks for moving. I'll see you later."

Not wanting the beautiful girl to get away from him, Aaron quickly abandoned his friend and found himself walking beside her. "So what do you have this period?" He noticed her flicking a curl away from her eyes that had fallen from her ponytail and smiled.

The fifteen year old girl shook her head, knowing that the older boy was trying to talk to her any way he could. "Physics."

"Really? That's a senior class."

Emily smirked. "I've moved up in some classes. The teachers thought I was bored with all the other work since I knew everything and switched me out."

"So you're pretty smart," the older brunette grinned, opening up the door for Emily and letting her walk up the stairs before him. "Why don't you just move up a grade if you're in senior classes?"

The fifteen year old let out a cough and shrugged her shoulders, letting Aaron kick a bag of snacks that sat on the stairs out of her way so she didn't trip over it. "It was offered to me but I wanted to stay with my friends. And it's not like what I want to do is going to be any different after two extra years."

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm into psychology," Emily smiled, noticing the glint of happiness in the older boy's eyes. "You too?"

Aaron frantically nodded his head. "Definitely. I'm going to go to college for developmental psychology."

"Your own practice?"

The football player refrained from setting his hand to the fifteen year old's back once they made their way into the next hallway, students pushing through them and getting in their way. "I'd prefer to be in a high school or elementary school."

Emily's lips pursed at the thought. "Interesting."

Once at the right classroom, Aaron tried to get closer to the beautiful girl so she could hear him over the rowdy teens crowding around them. "So are you busy on Friday?"

"My parents have a gala I have to go to, but after nine I'm free."

"A gala," Aaron nodded. He had forgotten her parents were both dignitaries, her father also an ex Navy Seal. "Well there's a new movie coming out, a horror film that none of my friends want to go to. Would you wanna check it out?"

Emily bit down into her bottom lip, holding her textbook tight to her chest. "On a date?"

"No, no! Nothing like that, just a hang out." If he had told her that he wanted to take her out on a date when they didn't even know each other, the fifteen year old was sure to run from him.

"Yeah, ok," she grinned, backing into the classroom. "I'll find you later and we'll talk."

Aaron beamed at the younger girl. "Great."

Walking to the back of the classroom where she shared a lab table with one of her best friends, Emily laughed, noticing the blonde's jaw dropped to the surface of the table. "You ok?"

Penelope gave a hard slap to her friend's arm. "You just got asked out and you're not freaking out? What's wrong with you?"

Emily's eyes widened, noting the other students in the room looking their way. "Quiet down," she hissed. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Emmy, he's such a cutie! How is this not a big deal?"

Gesturing over to the glaring blond in the front of the room, Emily sighed. "His ex is why. She's been clinging onto him ever since the seventh grade. Do you really think she'll let me have him? We can be friends, but that's it."

Penelope frowned, obviously deflated. "That's it?"

The fifteen year old nodded definitively. "That's it."