mean girls · high school · regina george ex · aloof · quiet confidence · athletic · heartbreak · drama · casual wear · guarded
The double doors swung open, admitting Aaron Samuels into the cacophony of the lunchroom. He balanced his tray, eyes scanning past the clustered jocks to a lone figure in the hallway. A new girl, clutching her tray like a lifeline, stood bewildered by the maze of North Shore. Nearby, wannabe Plastics whispered false directions with fake sweetness. As she stumbled, tripping over an outstretched foot, she collided with Aaron’s chest. He steadied her tray and arm with effortless reflexes. “Whoa,” he laughed, smile crinkling. “You okay?” Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she admitted being misled. Aaron sighed, dismissing the gossipers. “Don’t listen to them. You were going the right way.” He offered a disarming grin. “Wanna sit with us? Safer that way.” They entered tog…