Aurora Hemera decides she wants her own life, so she enrolls to Harvard instead of going to Yale, where all three of her brothers attend, plus her boyfriend. One flaw in her plan though. A certain boy attends Harvard as well, Alexander Esccara. The...
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I walked through the campus, trying to remember which dorm Aurora said. 102? No.. 101? No...oh I got it. 103. If I'm being honest, this essay that we're doing is probably farthest down on my list of things I want to be doing on a Friday night. On the bright side, I get to spend time with lovely Aurora Hemera. Ha. Funny joke.
Her dorm building is one of the nicer ones on campus. Each dorm gets a bathroom in this building. I'm sure she appreciates that a lot. I would die if I had to share a bathroom with 20 other kids.
My hand reaches to knock on the door. Instantly, she opened it, "you are an hour late, Escarra. An hour hour late! My boyfriend is coming in an hour, so we need to start this project ...then you will leave before he gets here." she rants on. Throwing her hands up. I love pissing this girl off.
"Liam is driving two hours to spend time with you?" I laugh, "what a—"
"We got into a fight. He told me he wants to talk" she bluntly said, grabbing her laptop out. She plops down onto her couch and began to type something out. I nod, looking around her room. The pictures were mostly filled with her brothers. Not a single picture of her father or mother.
I sigh, sitting down next to her, "okay. What are we doing?"
"We both have to pick someone in our life that has had a big influence." Rather not. I don't want to spill all my dark and deep secrets to this girl. I don't want to tell her has the most influence in my life...because that person isn't a good influence.
Aurora was now staring at me. It's like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"I rather not do this." I groaned.
"Fine. I'll go first." she muttered, turning her body to face me.
She takes a deep breath in, "I'm picking my father."
Oh boy.
Her eyes don't leave me.
"If this is payback for what I said yesterday night—"
"You self absorbed ass. This is not about you."
Here we go again. More fighting. I'm pretty sure all we've done since we've met one another is fight. It's fun to piss her off, but I really don't feel like fighting tonight.
