The pair had been sitting side by side every chance they got to throughout the week, Aaron holding onto the beautiful girl's hand and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles to send shivers through her body.

He had kissed her at least seven more times when he thought no one was looking, but one time when Emily pulled out of it, she caught a few cheerleaders looking their way with scowls directed solely at her.

It made her feel visible.

She was never necessarily liked by girls in her schools because she was both pretty and smart, getting every boy's attention and causing the other teens to hate on her. But now she had friends, and she had this great guy who she was getting to know and sleeping so close to at night.

And they shared a baby, which really increased her chances of finally getting him to ask her to be his girlfriend.

Sitting up on the steps she had found a seat on in the front of the school, she fixed the shirt she had dressed her baby in that morning. She was waiting for Aaron so they could drive to her house, and instead of beginning the mound of homework she had been given, the brunette teen decided to continue nursing her cooing son.

"You were such a good boy for mommy today," she smiled as she sat the plastic toy down on her lap. "Barely cried and ate all your food," the brown eyed girl cooed. "Only needed to be changed twice."

Michael made a sound.

The ivory teen's face lit up at the little laugh that came from the baby and grinned. "And you got me out of my math test." Michael had spit up on her sweatshirt only five minutes into the period and she had been forced to go and change in the locker room on the other side of the school.

Looking up at the sound of a backpack rustling behind her, the brunette girl looked up from the toy in her hands and grinned up to the older boy there. "Hey."

Aaron nodded.

She noted the somber look gracing Aaron's face and frowned. "Are you ok?" she questioned, letting him take the baby from her lap.

The football player handed the younger teen a note and kept his focus on the baby, not wanting to chance a look at the ambassador's daughter.

"Is everything ok?" Emily uncrumpled the piece of loose leaf paper and let her eyes scan the handwriting.

Overheard you and the rich chick talking about your past sexual encounters, and I know for a fact that she lied. That guy John that moved away over the summer? They hooked up four or five times and ended up having sex in one of her limos. Careful who you get with, Aaron.

Emily could feel the tears immediately coming in to sting her eyes, her heart stopping when she processed what she was reading. Who would be evil enough to take her past and use it against her like this?

She glanced over to the boy at her side and watched as he played with their baby's still hands. "Aaron."

"I'm not mad," he shrugged, his voice quiet as if he were putting Michael to sleep. "I don't really have a right to be, we're not together or anything."

That stung. They had kissed and had cuddled together just the night before while watching a movie in her theater room, and he didn't consider them to be anything?

Aaron finally looked up and locked his eyes with the younger girl's. "I just want to know why you lied. You could have just said you didn't want to talk about it, but I don't like lying."

"Aaron I'm sorry," the brunette breathed, her fingers so tight around the papers edges that she was sure it would rip in her hold, "but I don't like to talk about it. Me and Johnny wasn't a good experience, and I wanted to forget about it."

The football player gave a small nod of the head to let her know he was listening.

Emily bit down into her bottom lip, the tears slowly making their way down her pale cheeks. "You said it yourself, we're not together. It's not that I didn't want to tell you, but why would I share something with you that's so personal? We're not close enough for stuff like that yet."

Aaron's forehead wrinkled as his brow furrowed, and he looked seriously to the beautiful girl he found himself wanting to know more about. "Well we could be."

"What?"

Nodding his head to the brunette, the older boy chuckled. "Go on a date with me," he grinned, reaching out and taking one of Emily's soft hands in his. "I get it, we're not close yet. But I want to be."

Emily's wide eyes stared in shock at the quarterback. "You want to go on a date with me?"

He leaned in after hearing the breath leave the ambassador's daughter's lungs and brought their lips together, keeping them locked for longer than they ever had been before, his other hand coming up to cup her now rosy cheek. "Emily Prentiss, will you please come on a date with me tonight?"

Haley had smoke coming from her ears as she stood in front of the school's entrance, watching as the pair stood from where they had been sitting. She had worked so hard to try and break them apart and it had failed.

Straightening her shoulders, her blue eyes hardened on the retreating couple. She had to do better.