Aurora (Book #1)

Chapter 6

It's the next day. I got home late yesterday. I was scared to sit with him in the same car.
I wake up from a text message.
"I'll be there in an hour," the message says.
Why thank you for increasing my time.
Can a day pass without him interfering with it?
He was in front of my house I an hour. I get into his car and we exchange "hi"s. I am too tired to speak, so I fall asleep.
He wakes me up, as we reach the base.
We enter the building. Hallways were empty, thank God.
"Where's everyone?" he asks.
"Practicing martial arts," I declare.
After his short "hm" we both turn to the sports hall side. I go to the changing room. I wore blue sport shorts that were kind of short but comfortable and a white top. When I enter  the room everyone gazes at me, mostly boys.
Well, it's foolish of me to wear this. My people were used to seeing me in this kind of clothes, but Dalois surely were not taught that staring is rude. However, couldn't care less.
"Hey!Practice y'all"Christian shouts and claps to bring everyone back to their senses. He looks up and down at me. We stare at each other for moment.
The fire is back.
"Are we gonna do sparring today?" Sofia distracts me.
"Ovviamente. Perché?" (Of course , why?)
"Can't wait to kick some Daloi asses," she answers and we both  giggle.
We did some sparring.I've done 3 and won all of them. I lean on the wall to catch my breath.
"That Celia girl, from Dalois, is pretty good," Sofia approaches me, breathless.
"She seems young," I say . And it seems she's not able to take her eyes of the devil.
So what? She can stare as much as she pleases, Aurora.
"She's actually older than you. She is 20. You are the only baby here." Sofia coos me.
I fake a laugh and suddenly catch Christian's eyes. It feels like he's undressing me with them. It makes me feel kind  of uncomfortable so I huge my belly to hide it. He stars  to move in my direction.
"Cazzo," I whisper.
No, please, don't come.
"What?" Sofia asks  and looks at Christian, "Are you in trouble?"
She's amused, which makes  me glance at her with "shut up" eyes.
I gaze turns back at Christian, coming closer and closer.
"I thought you hated him," Sofia says. Her expression suddenly changes. She sounds more concerned now.
Is she worried that I don't?
"I do!" I reassure and roll my eyes at her.
"Sure," I hear skepticism in her tone , "Good luck then."
What gotten into her?
Now, instead of her Christian stands in front of me. He looks  at me from the top of my head to the toes. Again. He observed every detail, with flames in his eyes.
Say something, Christian.
"You want to say something?" I decide to break the silence.
"Yeah, I just wanted to know where are your fucking clothes?" he snaps.
What the fuck.
"On me," I snap back.
"Oh, yeah?And what are you wearing?"
"Shorts." I raise my eyebrows.
"Too short," he steps closer.
"That's exactly why they're called shorts, smart ass" I look up at him, narrowing my eyes.
I did not just call him "smart ass".
"Change," he snarls.
I scoff. "Won't even think about it,"
He sighs in annoyance.
"How about a deal?" he suggests.
"Using my own ways against me? Low, signore, very low," I said.
We both grin like idiots.
Why are we grinning like idiots?
"We will spare against each other. If I win, you are wearing sweatpants."
"And for me?" I playfully raised my shoulder.
"You decide," he said carelessly.
He thinks he could win. Not with limping foot.
"You will stop ordering me around," I says.
He purses his lips and rasps "Sure".
Win someone with a damaged foot? Easy.
I stand on a boxing platform. He steps in and starts to take  off his shirt.
Oddio, fuck me.
No, but literally.
I mean it.
He was, surely, sculpted by gods. No. The devil.
This is surely the devils work.
Does he know the effect he has on me and took off the shirt to distract me?
Well, not so easy anymore.
I appear on the floor for the first time.
Second.
Third.
Every time his hard body got all over me, I forgot how to breathe. At the same time I felt humiliated. The last time he throws me on the floor, he whispers in my ear "Change, piccola". His finger run through my thigh.
I gasp and push him off me. I look around and everyone stared in shock. I calmly stand up and walk out of the hall.
I lean on the wall, putting my hand on my chest. I took some deep breaths to stop the tears forming in my eyes.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
It took so much work for me to gain the respect and authority I have now. And this...could've questioned it. But deal is a deal. I change my shorts into sweatpants. I came into the hall and  shudder after seeing him standing in the corner.
"Dio, you scared me" I exclaim.
He runs his eyes up and down.
Just fuck me and let's get over this.
"Even this didn't help," Christian walks to me.
"Why do you care?"
He pauses for a moment. Like he wants to understand the reason for his actions too.
"I don't like other men staring at you," he says.
"Why?" I want a clarification.
"You know why, tesoro," he says and cocks his head.
Oddio. Does he...?
"Christian, throw it out of your head," I say.  "Can't you see that I don't want anything with someone like you?"
The words just went out of my mouth. They sound pretty harsh. I didn't mean to.
He frowns and steps away.
"And what am I like?"
"Men like you always break hearts. You are an arrogant, egotistical and cynical. And you treat women like objects and use them to satisfy your selfish needs. Want me to continue?"
Damn, did I really say that?
"It's enough," he says and leaves, slamming the door so hard I thought it might never open again.
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The day is shitty. We couldn't find anything on Salvadors, which made it 10 times worst . I leave the building pretty late again, hoping to avoid Christian, but he's standing in front of his car, waiting for me. He tilts  his head as a sign to get In the car.
I obey.
We are silent the entire ride. The tension in the car makes me anxious and I felt nauseous. He speaks only when I'm  about to leave the car.
"You meant everything you said?" he asks.
I closed and opened my mouth, but I don't know what to say. If I say no, it might encourage him, and if I say yes, he might not want to speak to me again.
Isn't that what I want?
"Capito," he sighs, "Buonanotte, Morana."
Something in my chest drops  to my knees when he called me "Morana". For the first time I wish he would call me 'piccola' or 'tesoro' or whatever he wanted.
It's all for good. Right?
I get out and watch as his car fades away.
I hurt him. Mostly his pride. He will not bother me anymore. But if that's what I wished for, then why do I feel hurt too?
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hi friends<3
This chapter is a bit shorter than I planned. Actually I wanted to right a massive fight between this too, but I got scared that they might killed each other. And they actually would've. I know that, because i created them.
Hope you liked it anyway))

your humble author;)