Trust

Remember Me?

I wake up and immediately get to preparing for the school day. I pack my bag with all of my books and make sure I grab my boxing gloves so I can go straight to the gym. I fling my bag over my shoulder and scoot out.

The day drones on slowly, between teachers talking and students "paying attention." I take notes and learn the information to the best of my ability.

Finally, the last bell rings. I bolt up out of my chair and through the doors. I maneuver through the crowd and find the exit. I follow the route to the gym and smile to myself as I step inside, smelling the scent of sweat and grime. I sign in and head off towards the punching bags. I begin to work on my bit rusty technique, but soon get warmed right up to it.

I administer hit after hit to the beaten leather, loving the feeling of power it gives me. Suddenly, I feel a sharp jab on either side of my waist. I spin around and instinctively throw a punch at the person who had poked me. The guy falls to the ground, holding his nose.

"Oh, oh no. Sorry!" I say, panicking.

"No, no. It's my fault. I should've known Better than to sneak up on you." An American accent rings out. Wait a minute...

"Justin???" I ask. He looks up with his bleeding nose.

"In the flesh!" He says happily, especially for someone who probably has a broken nose.

"Let me get you to a hospital." I say. He laughs.

"Do you really know your way around these parts yet?" He asks.

"Well..."

"That's what I thought. I can drive myself, thank you. But, you're more than welcome to tag along." He says with a smile.

"Why don't you let me drive? I mean, someone has to hold ice to your nose." I say. He smirks.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way." He says. We get some ice from near a water station and but it in some paper towels. I follow him to his car and slip in. He directs me to the hospital and we get him checked in. We are escorted to a check up room and there we wait.

"So, what brings you to good old Great Britain?" I ask.

"Well, College. Or, should I say, university. I've been going to one not far from the gym for a month now." He says. "What about you?"

"Likewise. I just started yesterday, though. Are we in the same uni?" I ask.

"I would hope not. I'm in an all boys school." He says. I chuckle.

"Well, then I guess not. Still, we should get together sometime!" I suggest.

"I agree! Say, tomorrow? How's 6?" He asks.

"Perfect for me." I respond. The doctor (not Doctor Who, all you Whovians) comes in and does some simple tests on Justin before announcing that it was just bruised. We are taken back to the waiting room and I insist on paying, considering I was the cause of the damage. After much bickering, I end up paying. We say quick good byes and promise to text and call. My phone begins to beep as I walk back to the uni.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Are you alright? Aurora? Where are you hurt?" Dad's panicked voice rings through.

"I'm fine, dad. What are you on about?"I ask.

"Well, I was just looking around the recent purchases and saw you paid for a doctor visit..." He says, still concerned.

"Oh, that. Nothing to worry about. You see, I was at the gym and Justin, the same one from New York, snuck up on me so I may have accidentally punched him in the nose. It's just a bruise, thank god. But, apparently, he goes to school somewhere close!" I say.

"Fantastic! That's great, darling. Maybe you could have a good boyfriend this time..." He says.

"Stop mucking about,dad! He's just a friend!" I debate. I open the dorm door and walk in, flopping onto my bed.

"For now... I'm just kidding. But, seriously, he's a good lad. Well, I've best be off. Stay safe. Love you!" He says.

"Love you too! Bye!" I say. I hit end and lay back my head. My eyes flutter shut.

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"Aurora? Aurora?" A voice calls. I stand up.

"Yes?" I ask. I look eye to eye into an unmistakeably angelic face.

"I was asking you for ten minutes. I thought you'd fainted!" The person chuckles, sending sweet shivers down my spine.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What were you asking?" I ask.

"Is it alright for me to do it now?" They ask.

"Do what?" I ask, a bit baffled.

"This." He says. A pair of lips press into mine. My stomach bursts into a tornado of happiness. After a few moments, we finally pull away. I gasp as I recognize the face...