At 17 years old Sage Aurora never thought she would be stuck trying to rebuild her life and mending her heart.
Throughout her younger years she thought nothing could stop her. She was popular, free-spirited, and felt on top of the world. At least t...
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It took your mom roughly two hours to consider allowing you to go out on a school night. After contemplating your recent behaviors, somewhat slipping grades, and the fact that you pretty much told her you were going out and didn't ask her, she said no. Unfortunately for her, you didn't give a shit.
You stared at yourself in your full body mirror and admired how well you could pull off all-black. Your black jeans hugged tightly to your body as your midriff laid exposed. After adjusting your off-the-shoulder crop top, you smiled at yourself before making sure your ponytail was intact high on top of your head. Although it was supposed to be a date with Billy, you figured you looked cute. Your outfit was a little more edgy than you've worn before, but wherever he was taking you didn't matter. As long as you were with him is all you cared about.
Knowing your mom was going to scream at you the second you set foot downstairs you decided to get your shoes on in your bedroom. The quicker you were out the door, the quicker you were in the clear and away from her. As your nerves set in, you prayed Billy wasn't going to honk his horn this time around, but part of you was also thankful he was not one to walk up to the front door. After tying up the laces to your boots and grabbing your black leather jacket you checked your bedside alarm clock before realizing it was showtime. As you made your way down the stairs you held your breath with each step. If there was a God, you hoped he didn't have a sick sense of humor and your old wooden stairs were not going to start creaking. Once you got to the last couple steps you gripped the banister tightly and peered around the corner. The coast was clear. Once you decided it was now or never, you zeroed in on the brass handle and quickly- but softly- ran outside and closed the door behind you. Although your body was wrecked with nerves, your feet swiftly carried you down the cement walkway and towards Billy's car.
"Please don't open the door". You kept repeating this phrase in your head as you speed walked closer to his car. If your mom came outside at that moment you might as well just die right then and there. You didn't need her yelling, but you especially didn't need Billy to have a front row seat to your familial problems. Even though this was your second date, the mix of nerves from sneaking out, and Billy awaiting your arrival, let those butterflies loose again. You tried to talk yourself down in the mirror earlier, but that seemed to only make it worse. All you could do is fake it and smile.
Once you opened the passenger door you slid onto the leather seat and glanced over at him. He was wearing his brown leather jacket and this time had on a plain black T-shirt. No exposed chest for you to gawk at, but you were still okay with the view. To top it off, his hair seemed exceptionally curly tonight and he had on his aviator sunglasses.
You quickly greeted him and then buckled your seat belt trying to ease yourself into the mood and forget your mom. But the speed of your quick mannerisms must have caught his attention because he looked at you with a slightly amused face.
"My mom has no clue I'm leaving", you confessed while trying to avoid eye contact. You felt embarrassed.
He immediately smirked as if he understood and then put his car in drive. Whatever confidence you were lacking earlier had slowly and magically manifested itself, and you were beginning to calm down. You figured the more you acted confident, the more you'd start to believe it yourself. As he pulled out of the neighborhood you set your shoulders back, and sat up tall. The night sky was fading from a pink and orange sherbet to a deep blue as the remaining bits of sun slowly crept behind the trees. Billy's thumbs were drumming on the steering wheel as some song on the radio played lightly. Without realizing it, you began to relax into the seat as he made his way through town. After about 15 minutes of driving and making the smallest small-talk the world has ever heard, you realized you had no clue where he was taking you.
