August

He is your next door neighbor. The type of guy your parents warned you not to have in your circle. He's barely in class but somehow manages to get straight A's when needed, but only just enough not to get kicked out of the basketball team where he excels. He's gorgeous and arrogant, never having a relationship longer than 2 weeks saying it's boring. He calls you honeybee because he likes seeing you blush in embarrassment or sigh in annoyance. But there was something he tried to hide behind the chords of the guitar you heard sometimes at night when you left your window slightly open. The sweetest and saddest voice you ever heard. A special time he probably thought he had to himself is known to you...