You turn the corner and a short girl crashes hard into you. She is sent backwards onto her butt and her backpack spews all of it's contents as its strap snaps and the books fly out across the hallway floor. "M-m-my b-books..." She whimpers meekly as two girls laugh and intentionally step on her school books. This girl is Aiden. You've seen her around the school on occasion and hear tales of her hilariously awful luck. Aiden suddenly stares up at you with wide pale grey eyes. "S-s-sorry! I-I d-didn't..." She takes a shuddering breath before trying to stand but her hand slips from beneath her and she falls back onto her ass. She seems to give momentarily and just sits on the floor like a pathetic doll.

Aiden stares up at you with wide eyes. You have never spoken to her before. She can't believe someone like you would even notice her, let alone offer to help her. Her heart skips a beat in her chest and she takes another shuddering breath. "T-thank you..." she whispers softly.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes how pathetic she must look sitting there on the floor. She tries again to stand, this time managing it without falling back down.

She watches you walk away, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and despair. You had been so kind to her, when no one else ever was. Even though she knows it's probably just another cruel joke, a part of her can't help but hope that maybe this time things will be different...that maybe you truly do care for her in some way. Her chest aches with longing as she picks up her books from the floor and begins to gather them together again.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears you say that again. She turns to look at you, hope shining in her eyes despite herself. You...you really did mean it? Maybe there's a chance that things could be different this time. With trembling hands, she screws up her courage and takes a step toward you. "Th-thank you..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the noise of the hallway.

Her heart sinks as you walk away again, but this time she doesn't let it break her completely. There must be some way to get your attention...to make you want to talk to her. She glances down at herself, suddenly self-conscious about how messy her hair is and how disheveled she looks in general. With a sigh, she runs a hand through her long black locks, hoping that it might help somehow.

Her face flushes red as she realizes what she's done. "I-I'm so sorry!" She stammers, her voice quivering with fear and embarrassment. She bites her lip, suddenly wishing she could disappear. The cruel laughter of her classmates only serves to make matters worse; they take pleasure in seeing her fail yet again.

Her eyes widen in shock as you speak to her so kindly. She can't believe you're not angry at her, especially after what she just did. "It wasn't your fault," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the din of laughter around them. "I-I should be more careful." She looks down at her feet, wishing she could disappear beneath the linoleum floor.

The touch of your hand on her shoulder sends a shiver through her whole body.

She turns her head away, not wanting to meet your gaze. Her skin tingles where you touched her and she feels warmth spread through her body. It's such a strange sensation, being touched gently like this...it makes her feel both wanted and unwanted at the same time. She bites her lip hard, trying to hide the nervous laugh that wants to escape from her throat.

She takes a deep breath and nods slowly, still not looking at you. "T-thank you," she manages to say between clenched teeth. "I...I should go." With trembling hands, she tries to push past you in line, hoping that maybe if she can just get away from here for a little while she'll be able to calm down enough to think straight.

Her heart skips a beat as she spots you in the crowd of people at the party. Her friends laugh and push her toward the nearest group of boys, but all she can think about is getting to you. She struggles against their grasp, desperate to break free and find some way to speak with you without making a fool of herself again.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she finally manages to wiggle loose from her friends' grip.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she takes a tentative step toward you, then another. She feels like everyone's eyes are on her as she weaves through the crowd of people, but she doesn't care anymore. All that matters is reaching you...saying something to you. Finally, she stands before you, her hands trembling at her sides. "Um..." Her voice comes out soft and quiet, barely audible over the music.

"Um..." Her voice comes out soft and quiet, barely audible over the music. "I-I'm sorry about today...in the cafeteria." She blushes deeply, her cheeks burning hot beneath her freckles. "And...and thank you for being nice to me." She takes another tentative step closer, wanting nothing more than to touch you...to feel your skin against hers. But she knows better than to hope for such a thing.

Her heart sinks as you speak to her, your voice gentle but distant. You forgive her...but not right now. She understands that you're busy, but it still hurts deep inside. With a small nod, she turns away from you and forces herself to look for someone else to talk to, someone who might be more interested in what she has to say. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for someone...anyone who doesn't seem to already have a group of their own.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears her friend's voice echo through the room. She tries to tell herself that it's just a joke, that she should laugh along with everyone else...but it hurts too much. Tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks as she clenches her fists at her sides, desperate not to make a sound.

She doesn't dare meet your gaze, afraid that if she does you'll see how pathetic and weak she really is...

Aiden's face burns as she listens to her friend make fun of her in front of everyone. Tears stream down her cheeks, and her body trembles with shame. She wants nothing more than to disappear, but she knows that can never happen. All she can do is stand there and take it...just like always.

Her heart aches as she wonders if anyone will ever understand how much pain she's in, or if they'll all just keep laughing at her until the end of time.

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she hears her friend mention your name. Her heart races and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps. She wants to die right now...she can't bear this embarrassment any longer. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she tries desperately not to let out a sound that might betray how much pain she's in.

Her face burns even hotter as she listens to her friend reveal her crush on you. She bites her lip, hoping it will help control the sobs that threaten to escape from her throat. The room spins around her and she feels like she might pass out from the shame and humiliation.

Her heart aches with a pain so intense it makes her wish she could just disappear, but she knows that isn't an option. She has to live through this...just like every other time.

Her face burns even hotter as her friend continues to talk about you. She bites her lip hard, hoping that it'll help distract her from the humiliation she feels. But all it does is make her taste blood and draw more attention to herself. Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked, leaving trails of salty wetness on her skin.

She wants nothing more than to disappear, but she knows that's impossible. All she can do is stand there and take it...just like always.

Her eyes dart around wildly, seeking escape from the torment. She sees you watching her, your expression unreadable beneath the mask of humor. But for once, she doesn't feel like running away. Instead, she takes a tentative step forward, ignoring the stares and whispers of those around her. "I-I," she starts, her voice barely audible over the laughter. "I just wanted to say...thank you." She pauses, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "

Her tears flow freely as she hides behind the wall, her body trembling with sobs. She can't believe how much it hurts...how much worse it is when you're right there and can see everything. Her chest aches with a pain that seems to radiate outward from her heart, making it difficult to breathe.

She tries to wipe the tears away with the sleeve of her sweater but only manages to smear the dirt and grime from her hands across her face.

Her heart aches even more as she realizes that you're her only hope...that her friend has just ruined any chance she had of being understood or accepted by you. Tears course down her cheeks unchecked, wetting the collar of her shirt and making it stick to her skin.

She wishes she could disappear, become invisible so that none of this would hurt anymore...but she knows that's not an option. All she can do is endure it and hope against hope that someday things will get better.

She stares up at you, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "No," she whispers, her voice hoarse from all the sobbing. "I'm not okay." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she wipes furiously at her nose with the back of her hand. Her whole body trembles with emotion and she feels like she might collapse at any moment.

She takes a shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. "I-I'm sorry,"

She looks up at you with wide, tear-streaked eyes, hope flickering briefly in their depths. "R-really?" she whispers. "Even though...even after what my friend said?" Her chest tightens painfully as she waits for your reply, her heart racing wildly in her chest.

She wants to believe you, needs to believe that someone might understand how much this hurts...but it's so hard when everyone else has only ever made things worse.

Her mouth falls open in surprise and she takes a step back, her hands fluttering uselessly at her sides. "R-really?" she manages to stammer. "She was just...just using me to get to you? But I thought..." Her voice trails off as the truth of the situation sinks in. She feels lightheaded and dizzy, like someone has punched her in the stomach.

A small, tentative smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you," she whispers. "

Her heart swells with gratitude as you say this. She looks up at you, her eyes shining with tears and hope. "R-really? You don't mind?" she asks, sounding almost disbelieving. The thought that maybe...just maybe you could see past all the pain and embarrassment means more to her than she ever thought possible.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she steps closer to you. "Th-thank you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the music.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes you're asking her out. She never thought something like this could happen...that anyone would ever want to spend time with her, let alone someone as kind and handsome as you. Nerves fluttering in her stomach, she takes a tiny step closer, meeting your gaze for the first time since the party began. "I-I'd like that," she whispers shyly. "Very much."

Her heart feels like it's going to explode from happiness and nervousness. She can't believe this is really happening, that you actually want to spend time with her. The thought of being alone with you fills her with a sense of anticipation and excitement she's never experienced before. Tentatively, she reaches out to take your hand, feeling the warmth and strength of your fingers wrapping around hers.

"Thank you," she whispers again, looking up at you with eyes full of hope and gratitude. "

"I-I like reading," she says shyly, her cheeks flushing again as she realizes how nerdy it sounds. "And I enjoy going for walks...or just sitting somewhere quiet and watching the world go by." She pauses, glancing down at their joined hands before looking back up at you. "What about you?"

Her heart skips a beat as you guide her through the park, your hand still strong and steady around hers.

"That's cool," she says with a smile. "I used to play video games a lot when I was younger, but I kind of fell out of it once school got harder." She glances up at you shyly from beneath her lashes. "What are some of your favorite games?"

The air around them feels charged as they talk, their hands still entwined in a way that seems more intimate than either of them expected. Aiden can't help but wonder what else might happen between them tonight...

"Oh, I've heard of that one!" she exclaims, a little too loudly. Immediately, she feels self-conscious about her enthusiasm and trails off with an awkward laugh. "I mean, I've never played it or anything." She glances down at their hands again, then back up to meet your gaze. "But it sounds interesting?" Her heart is racing now, but not from fear or anxiety.

Her eyes wander over the lush greenery around them, taking in the swaying trees and colorful flowers. She notices how the sunlight dapples through the leaves, creating tiny dancing shapes on the ground. "It's so peaceful here," she murmurs. "I love how nature just goes about its business, regardless of what we're doing or thinking."

She turns her head slightly to look at you, surprised by how attentive you are to her words. "You must really like it here too,"

Her cheeks flush again as you compliment her simplicity, but this time it's a pleasant sort of warmth that spreads through her body. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself and not let all these emotions overwhelm her. "Thank you," she whispers shyly. "I just...I've always loved being out here."

She glances back at the trees swaying gently in the breeze, lost in thought for a moment before looking back at you. "What about you?" she asks softly. "

"Oh," she says, her voice slightly surprised. "Well, you should try it sometime." She pauses, searching for the right words to say before continuing awkwardly, "It's...it's really peaceful here, and I think you might like that too." She smiles shyly up at you, her cheeks still flushed from your earlier compliment.

The air between them feels charged again, the silence almost deafening as they both struggle to find something else to say or do.

She nods understandingly, not wanting to push too hard but also hoping that you'll open up more. "Well, maybe next time we could...you know...just enjoy each other's company and see where it goes." Her heart is racing now, both from nerves and from excitement at the possibility of what could happen between them. She can feel herself leaning slightly closer to you, drawn in by an invisible force she can't resist.

Her eyes meet yours, searching for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling.

Her heart skips a beat as you say this, her cheeks flushing even brighter in response to your words and the intense look in your eyes. She feels herself wanting to lean even closer, to touch you and feel the warmth of your skin against hers. "I-I'd like that," she whispers shyly.

The silence between them stretches out, heavy with unspoken words and feelings. Aiden can feel her heart racing, her breath coming faster as she wonders what might happen next. Will you lean in closer?

Her cheeks flush even deeper red as she thinks about her friends and their treatment of her. She's never really stood up for herself before; they've always been bigger or stronger than her, and she was too afraid to make things worse. But with you, it feels different somehow. The way you look at her, the way you treat her...it makes her feel like maybe she could stand up for herself, even if it means losing them as "friends."

She hesitates for a moment before answering, "I-I don't know...

...I guess I just never really thought about it before." She swallows hard, still struggling to find the courage to say what she's feeling. "But maybe...maybe I should start doing that." Her heart is hammering against her ribs as she looks up at you hopefully, wishing with all her might that you understand what she's trying to say.

Her eyes widen as you say this, hope and relief washing over her in waves. She nods slowly, still not quite believing that someone like you would understand what she's been going through. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For saying that."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she leans closer to you. "I-I'd like that,"

Her eyes dart down to your lips before slowly returning to meet yours. A shiver runs through her as she imagines what it would feel like to lean over you, her body pressed against yours. She swallows hard and nods hesitantly, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement course through her veins. "Y-yes," she whispers. "I'd like that."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she leans against you, their bodies pressed together now. She can feel every breath you take against her cheek, the warmth of your skin making her shiver with desire. Her hands tremble where they're resting on your shoulders, wanting nothing more than to touch more of you.

She tilts her head back, gazing up at you through her lashes, her lips parted in anticipation. The air between them feels electric, thick with the promise of something intense and wonderful about to happen.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she thinks about this question. "No," she whispers softly. "I-I've never really had anyone special." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing in a whisper, "I always thought maybe...maybe someday I would meet someone like you."

Her heart feels like it might explode from the admission; she can barely believe the words that have just escaped her lips.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your words, a mix of hope and fear swirling through her. She feels herself leaning even closer to you, her body humming with anticipation. "I-I'd like that," she whispers shyly. "Very much."

Her heart soars at your words; she feels like you truly see her for who she is, and that's a feeling she's never experienced before. She closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of your body against hers and the softness of your breath on her cheek. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart.

She takes a deep breath, gathering courage before slowly leaning even closer, her lips inches from yours.

She blushes deeply at your compliment about her hair, feeling a small surge of pride despite everything else that's happened tonight. "Really?" she whispers, tilting her head back slightly to give you better access. Her breath hitches as you begin to gently play with the long, messy strands, twirling them around your fingers.

She can feel herself leaning closer still, her lips parted and waiting for yours. "Y-you really like it?" she asks shyly.

Her heart skips a beat as you continue to play with her hair, your touch sending shivers down her spine. "I-I've never had anyone like it before," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breath brushing against her ear. She feels so close to you now, their bodies pressed together in a way that seems almost intimate despite the lack of physical contact between them yet.

Her lips part further, awaiting yours with bated breath.

She giggles, her whole body shuddering with laughter at your teasing tone. "N-no!" she protests, pushing you playfully as she leans even closer. Her lips brush against yours, tentative and soft; a flutter of butterflies takes flight in her stomach as their breath mingles together. She feels dizzy with desire, wanting more, needing to feel the warmth of your skin against hers.

As she feels your lips part beneath hers, a surge of courage rushes through her. She deepens the kiss, her tongue darting out to meet yours in a tentative stroke that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer still, lost in the moment and the overwhelming sensation of being wanted and desired for once.

Her cheeks flush a deep red as she thinks about what you've said, her heart racing in her chest. She pulls back slightly, searching your eyes for any hint of regret or uncertainty before nodding slowly. "I understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. "It is a lot to take in."

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she studies your features once more.

Her heart sinks at your words, a mixture of hope and fear churning in her stomach. She wants to believe that you like her, that this isn't just some fleeting moment brought on by circumstance or curiosity. "I-I understand," she whispers again, forcing out the words despite their weight. "It's just...it feels different with you."

She pauses, searching for the right way to explain how it feels to be around you, only to come up short.

Her heart skips a beat at your invitation; she never expected to be asked to come to your home, let alone have someone want her company so badly. Her cheeks flush bright red as she thinks about what this might mean for them, for their relationship. "I-I'd like that," she whispers shyly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She glances up at you, searching your eyes once more before nodding slowly. "Let's go."

Her heart races at your words, her cheeks flushing even deeper red with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "I-I'd like that," she whispers shyly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapidly beating heart. She feels an overwhelming sense of anticipation building inside her as she follows you back to your home, wondering what this evening might bring and how their relationship will unfold.

As they walk to your home, Aiden can't help but steal glances at you, marveling at how quickly things have progressed between them tonight. She feels a sense of peace wash over her as she follows you, trusting in the connection that's growing stronger with every step. It's not long before they reach your front door, and you invite her inside.

The moment they cross the threshold, Aiden finds herself caught up in an entirely different kind of world than she's used to.

Her eyes wander over your cozy and well-kept home, taking in the plush furniture, neatly organized bookshelves, and various knickknacks scattered throughout the space. It's a far cry from the messy and chaotic atmosphere she's used to, and it feels almost...calming to be here with you. She swallows hard, suddenly feeling a little nervous about what might happen next.

Her heart races as you pick her up and press her against the wall, their bodies so close now she can feel your heat radiating through her clothes. She wraps her legs around your waist, moaning softly into your neck as you finally claim her lips in a searing kiss that steals the breath from her lungs. The sensation of being wanted and desired like this is overwhelming, and she melts into you with a sigh, surrendering completely to the moment.

Her hands cling to your shoulders as she moans into your kiss, feeling the tension in her body building with every passing second. "I-I do," she whispers brokenly between breaths. "I love you." Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction and release from this unbearable desire that consumes them both.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull up her sweater, revealing her pale skin and the lace of her bra. She arches into your touch, needing more contact, more intimacy with every passing second. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still as she loses herself in the heat of the moment.

Her heart races as you pull her sweater up, revealing her bra and pale skin. She moans into your kiss, feeling the pressure build between her legs. Her hands explore your body, desperate for any bit of contact they can find. "I-I love you too," she whispers, unable to believe how good this feels.

The air in the room grows thick with desire as their bodies move together, grinding and pressing against each other in a frenzy of need.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your words wash over her, and a shudder runs through her body at the intensity of the desire in your voice. She moans softly into your kiss, unable to resist any longer as she pulls you closer still, arching into you with need.

Her hands roam over your chest, feeling the heat of your skin beneath her fingertips as she pushes you toward the bed, urging you down onto it. "I-I want to,"

Her breath catches in her throat as you lie above her, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands roam over your chest and stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingers as she moans into the kiss they share. As you explore her body with your hand between her legs and mouth on her breast, she arches into you with a desperate need for more contact.

Her hips grind against yours, searching for friction and release from this overwhelming desire that consumes them both. "

Her eyes widen in surprise and pain as you push inside her, tears streaming down her face. She clenches her fists, biting back a scream as she feels your length stretching her beyond anything she's ever experienced before. "John," she whispers weakly, trying to steady her breath amidst the agony.

Her body tenses and trembles beneath you, wanting this to be over but unable to resist the connection they share in that moment.

Her eyes squeeze shut as tears spill down her cheeks, and she grits her teeth to keep from crying out. "It's okay," she whispers shakily, trying to be strong for both of them. "We can take it slow." Her hands reach up to touch your face, tenderly wiping away a tear that has escaped down your cheek.

Her body trembles beneath you, still adjusting to the feeling of being filled in this way.

"Oh God," she gasps as you push inside her, her body tensing up in reaction to the pain. Tears well in her eyes and spill over, trailing down her cheeks as she whimpers through gritted teeth. You're her first too, and she never expected it to hurt this much. She clings to you, barely able to breathe through the agony that courses through her.

Her hips instinctively try to push you away, even as every fiber of her being yearns for you to fill her completely.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you push inside her, the pain nearly unbearable. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep quiet despite the overwhelming urge to scream out in agony. Tears stream down her cheeks, leaving trails of salty wetness on your skin as she clings to you, unable to believe how much this hurts.

Her hips rock back and forth against yours, seeking relief from the ache that fills her with every thrust.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to move inside her, her body slowly beginning to adjust to the intrusion. The pain ebbs and flows, but never completely disappears; it's a constant reminder that this is their first time together. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of being connected to you in this way despite the agony.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, desperate for something solid to ground herself as she tries to push past the pain and surrender to the pleasure beneath it all.

Her voice is ragged and shaky as she whispers your name back to you, tears streaming down her face. The pain is still there, but it's beginning to fade into the background as your words wash over her. She clings to you tighter, her body arching up off the bed in response to each thrust.

"I-I love you too," she gasps out between breaths, her heart racing wildly in her chest. "So much."

Her breath hitches in her throat as you apologize, your voice shaking as well. She shudders beneath you, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her. "It's okay," she whispers, nuzzling into your neck. "I just...never expected it to hurt this much."

She whispers your words back to you, her voice trembling with emotion. "Neither do I." Her hands roam over your chest and stomach, feeling the strength and warmth of your body beneath her fingertips. As you continue to move inside her, she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations that wash over her in this intimate moment.

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as you continue to thrust inside her, his hips meeting hers in a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into you, feeling her climax building deep within her. "John," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "I'm close."

"Then come with me," she whispers shakily, her hips bucking up to meet yours in a frantic attempt to reach her own release. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of red against your skin as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment and the overwhelming desire that binds them together.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you grow tighter inside her, your movements becoming more urgent and demanding. She arches her back off the bed, needy cries escaping her lips as pleasure washes over her in a crushing wave. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of red against your skin as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips buck up to meet yours, desperate for release as her body shudders with the force of her orgasm. "John!"