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.

"I-I..." She stammers, looking at your hand as if it were a poisonous snake. "Y-you don't have to... I can..." Her voice trails off and she glances back up at you through her lashes. "T-th-thank you..."

Tentatively, she reaches out and takes your hand, the contact sending shivers through her entire body. You feel how small and fragile it is in your grasp as she stands up, swaying slightly.

"T-th... Thanks..." she whispers, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you help her with her books. She looks up at you, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before uncertainty sets back in and she looks away, hugging herself tightly. "I'm s-sorry I'm such a... mess..."

Her voice cracks and she stammers, the words painful to say even though they come from her own mouth.

Her cheeks turn even redder at your words, and she looks down at her feet uncomfortably. "T-thank you... I mean, I'm sorry for being such a bother..." She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "I should go before I make things worse." Without waiting for a reply, she turns and starts to walk away, head held low and shoulders hunched as if expecting another disaster to strike at any moment.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you shirtless and working out, your perfect physique on display for all to see. She can't help but stare, feeling a mixture of awe and embarrassment wash over her. She wants nothing more than to be noticed by someone like you, but at the same time, she knows deep down that it will never happen. Her bad luck always seems to find a way to ruin everything for her.

Without thinking, she takes a step closer, drawn in by your presence despite herself.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you speak to her, and she nearly trips over her own feet again before regaining her balance. "Uh... yeah, I'm okay, I guess..." She clears her throat awkwardly. "I just... I mean, I shouldn't be bothering you while you're working out or anything." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at the floor again, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

She hesitates for a moment before sitting down on the bench, her hands folded tightly in her lap. "T-th-thank you..." Her eyes dart around nervously, not sure what to make of your attention or how long it will last. As she watches you continue working out, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of attraction and self-consciousness, wishing she could be as strong and confident as you seem to be.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you approach her, your offer of an umbrella forgotten in the face of your kindness. "T-th-thank you..." she stammers, taking the jacket from you and slipping it on gratefully. The soft leather feels warm against her skin, and she can't help but breathe in its clean, masculine scent. For once, she doesn't feel like a burden or an embarrassment to be around. It's almost too good to be true...

"I-I'm sorry," she says quietly as rain starts to drip onto her hair and face through the thin fabric of her hoodie. "I'm always getting you in trouble..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip self-consciously, wishing there was something she could do to change that fact about herself.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she reads your number on the slip of paper. She can barely believe that you would give it to her, after all she's been through. Her heart races with a mixture of hope and fear; hope that maybe this time things will be different, fear that she'll only end up disappointing you like everyone else has done before. With trembling fingers, she slides the paper into her pocket, promising herself that she'll use it sometime when everything feels less hopeless and more... possible.

"Um... well..." She hesitates, glancing down at her plate and then back up at them. "It was... actually kind of nice today," she says quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. Her parents exchange skeptical looks but decide not to press the issue further. Maybe Aiden's just feeling good because she made a new friend, or maybe it has something to do with that boy who gave her his jacket... Whatever the reason, they don't want to ruin this rare moment of happiness for their daughter.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees your message pop up on her phone. She's been checking it constantly since you gave her your number, hoping for another sign of your attention or even just to say hi. As she types out her response, her fingers tremble slightly against the keys.

"Hi... Um, I'm okay, I guess..." Her voice trails off as she wonders what else to say. "I-I hope you don't mind me having your number... I just, um... Thanks for being nice to me today."

Her cheeks flush even brighter at your words, and she feels a warmth spread through her whole body. "T-th-thank you..." she types back tentatively, not quite believing that someone like you could think of her as cute or kind. It's too good to be true...

She stares at the message for several long seconds before finally mustering the courage to send another one. "Um... I-I was wondering... If maybe we could talk sometime? Or, I dunno, hang out or something?"

Her heart leaps into her throat as she reads your reply. "R-really?" she whispers, hardly daring to believe that you actually want to spend time with her. Her mind races with a million questions and possibilities, but all she can manage to type is, "Um... when? And... how?"

Her fingers hover nervously over the keyboard, unsure of what to say or do next as she waits for your response.

Her heart skips a beat as she reads your message, excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "T-tonight?" she stammers, unsure if she heard you right. The thought of spending time with you, just the two of you... it's almost too good to be true. But what if something goes wrong? What if her bad luck strikes again and ruins everything?

She bites her lip, considering her options before finally mustering up the courage to reply. "Um... okay."

Her heart races as she sits beside you on her bed. She can't help but stare at you, taking in every detail of your face and body. You're so much more handsome up close than she ever imagined. "Um... we could watch a movie," she suggests shyly, fiddling with the hem of her sweater. "Or... I don't know, maybe we could just talk or something."

Her cheeks flush as soon as the words are out;

Her breath catches in her throat as you wrap your arm around her waist. The contact sends waves of pleasure and nervousness through her body, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She leans into you slightly, enjoying the feeling of being close to someone who isn't trying to hurt or belittle her. "Um... what do you want to watch?" she asks, glancing up at you with shy eyes.

Her breath catches as she sees you've labeled her as "cutie" with a heart emoji in your phone. A warmth spreads through her at the thought that maybe, just maybe, you really do find her attractive. She nestles closer to you on the bed, taking comfort in your presence and the reassurance that she isn't completely undesirable.

As they watch the movie together, she finds herself relaxing more than she ever has around anyone else.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you hold her close, the warmth of your body radiating through her. She has never felt so safe or comfortable with someone before. The movie fades into the background as they continue to snuggle on the bed, lost in each other's presence. A sweet, shy smile crosses her lips as she leans her head against your shoulder, enjoying the simple closeness of it all.

"You know," she begins hesitantly, "you don't have to be nice to me just because I...

Her heart flutters wildly at your words, and she can't help but believe them. For once, someone sees her as more than just a punchline or an object of pity. The warmth in your gaze makes her feel beautiful and wanted, something she never thought possible. She leans into you even further, taking comfort in the strength and reassurance that radiates from your body.

With a shy smile, she whispers, "Thank you."

Her heart races as she listens to your words, her cheeks flushing hotter than ever before. The thought of kissing you sends a shiver down her spine, making every inch of her body tingle and ache for his touch. She wants nothing more than to close the distance between them, to feel the warmth of your lips against hers.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up and cups your cheek, guiding your face towards hers.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you kiss her, his lips soft and demanding against hers. She moans into the kiss, her body arching closer to him as she feels a heat building deep within. This is the first time anyone has ever made her feel like this, wanted like this, and it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

Her hands slide through your hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulls you closer still.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she doesn't hesitate to nod eagerly. The thought of seeing you shirtless sends a thrill through her, making her heart race faster as she anticipates what might come next. She feels so alive and wanted with you like this, and it's intoxicating.

She takes a deep breath before slowly reaching up to unbutton your shirt, revealing the defined muscles beneath.

Her hands tremble slightly as she runs them over your chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingertips. She can't help but gasp softly at the sight of your defined abs and the trail of dark hair leading down to your waistband. It's everything she's ever wanted and more, and it only makes her want you more.

She leans in closer, kissing you hungrily as one hand slips beneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin against hers.

Her breath catches in her throat as you lift her shirt up, revealing her small but perfectly formed breasts to your gaze. Her nipples harden even more beneath the confines of her bra, and she arches into your touch as you tease them with the tips of your fingers.

"You're so... strong," she whispers, unable to believe that this is really happening. "So... good." She trails off, her voice thick with desire as she leans in closer, seeking more of your touch.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she moans into your kiss, her hips grinding against yours in search of pleasure. She feels so needy and wanton with you like this, but it only makes her feel more alive than ever before. With a shuddering gasp, she breaks the kiss for just a moment to breathe, only to plunge back into it hungrily.

"Please," she whispers against your lips, "don't stop."

Her cheeks burn even hotter as you reveal her damp panties to your touch. "I-I can't help it," she stammers, her voice shaking with desire and embarrassment. She feels so exposed beneath your gaze, but at the same time, she wants nothing more than for you to keep looking, to see everything about her.

She arches into your touch again, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. "P-please..."

Her hips buck and writhe against your hand as you touch her so intimately, her moans filling the air. She feels herself growing more desperate for release, for something to take away this aching need that's building inside her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she begs you not to stop.

"Please... I need..." Her voice trails off into a whimper, her body trembling with desire.

Her hands fumble at your belt and zipper, desperate to feel you against her. Her fingers shake as she pulls down your pants and boxers, revealing your hard length to her for the first time. She gasps, staring in awe at its size before looking up into your eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in invitation.

"P-please," she whispers, reaching out to touch you again. "Let me..."

Her fingers tremble as they close around his length, excitement coursing through her body at the feel of him in her hands. She starts to stroke up and down, learning his shape and size as she goes. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes locked on his face as she takes him deeper into her touch.

"Oh... God..." she whispers, arching her back against his hand. With every movement of her hand, she feels a new wave of pleasure wash over her, intensifying the need for more.

Her smile widens at his groan, encouraging her to continue. She speeds up her strokes, taking him deeper inside her fist as she watches his face for any sign of how close he's getting. Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body tense with anticipation and desire.

"Oh... Aiden..." she moans, feeling herself growing closer to the edge. "I want... I need you..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you inside her for the first time. She arches her back, meeting your thrusts eagerly, moaning into the connection between them. "Yes," she pants, "I like it rough." Her words are punctuated by another hard thrust that makes her cry out in pleasure.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you squeeze her breasts roughly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her body moves instinctively against yours, her hips grinding and riding your cock in a frenzy of need. She moans and gasps, lost in the sensation of being so close to release. "Oh God... I'm going to..." Her words trail off into a moan as she feels herself starting to fall apart beneath you.

Her nails dig into your skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her and claim her entirely.

Her body trembles and shudders as she comes apart beneath you, her eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy. She feels a hot rush between her legs, spilling out over your thighs and the sheets below. The sensation is overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think or speak coherently.

As she comes down from her high, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire in her eyes. "That was... incredible," she whispers, still catching her breath. "Thank you."